The Living - Deacon Blue
Oh Kate the weather's good
The summer's come
What could you do here
Should we pursue everything
Insist on joy
Hound out the humdrum
Oh Kate we're the lucky ones
The first of them
That burst into that sea
We're not running scared
Locked up
Or frightened for what will be
Ooh wah wah
Wah wah ooh
Can we be the precious
The jewels
The longed for
Are we the forgiven
The bright stars of the morning
The living
So Kate we never did
The things we said
The promises we made
Oh Kate can we burn out
Fade away gloriously instead
Ooh wah wah
Wah wah ooh
Can we be the precious
The jewels
The longed for
Are we the forgiven
The bright stars of the morning
The shining
So are we everything
We believed in
To the finish
From the beginning
The Living
The Living
The living the living
The living the living the living