Nik Kershaw - The Riddle* Lyrics
I got two strong arms blessings of BabylonWith time to carry on and try for sins and alarmsSo to America the braveWise men saveNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of saranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon in the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over youI got plans for us nights in the sculleryAnd days instead of meI only know what to discuss of for anything but lightWise men fighting over youIt's not me you see pieces of valentineWith just a song of mine to keep from burning historySeasons of gasoline and goldWise men foldNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of saranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon in the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over youI got time to kill sly looks in corridorsWithout a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hillThanks to the calling of the wildWise mens childNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of saranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over you
