The Comsat Angels - The Thought That Counts текст песни

It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a good alibi
Such a trip, such a ride, I don't believe you
Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip
It's a slave with a whip, and it will beat you

Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts
Oh yeah

It's a kick, it's a find, putting out party lines
Before you can realise, you've been enlisted
Start to talk - nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns
What used to be so loud is just a whisper

Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts
Oh yeah

The well is running dry, the clock is going slow
The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go.
Oh yeah oh no

Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're halfway home and that's the thought that counts

It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a slip, it's a drive
Like a curse on your lips, it's a slave with a whip
Chasing shadows