At the platform's end, where the crowd grew thin
and the light was dim on our shoes
where we sat there so tense,
not to touch though we meant to (I think)
There was no will, no spell
to breach the night and stop the talk
She tossed her hair and home did walk
Broken radio
Broken radio
On the day that I was born
there was no big flash and no great storm
but the man read the news in Dutch and warned,
"I'm gonna play 'Je T'aime' on my hunting horn."
In my cradle I was most impressed--
So this is what you call success
Black Seamus cried, "My shamrock has died
and my father's gone back to Peru."
The frost-damp town wore a fat-guts frown
and the DJ's played Brian Borù
The Sunday's sticky, home with rain
Sedition never entertained
Broken radio
Broken radio
Murder the past and all who sail in it
If the past is a wreck then all who sail in it
make me realize it's time to move on
but all the ships and the planes have gone
I'm in a savage place with a timid song
Mumbled words...[maybes?](feat. Musiq Soulchild)
Written By Beverley Knight
(Beverley Knight)
Guess my Mama knew exactly what she meant the day she said
"Be careful what you wish for it will come to you."
Little did I know the day I met you, you would demonstrate
How everything in Mama's words would ring so true
Independent people with a different take on living
Now how did we become more than just good friends?
Chorus (Both)
Baby we make such a beautiful contradiction
Together we are in no two ways the same.
Baby we make such a beautiful contradiction
And it's the very thing that sparks the flame.
(Musiq Soulchild)
You and I should be like oil and water but somehow we mix together and we make a very special blend
Every day we clash on politics, religion, but we learned the art of how to kiss and make up in the end yeah.
Sometimes I believe that we were born on different planets
Alien invasion of my heart and soul
Chorus
(Beverley Knight)
I realise it, you learn, you gotta cry, you gotta respect and
Feel somebody you gotta fall, you gotta rise
To really understand the things that make this little world go round.
That's what really makes us, that's how we learn.
Sometimes I believe that we were born on different planets
Alien invasion of my heart and soul.
Chorus