Lyrics
I feel the magic that our time has traced
And make a point of it in every place.
But every place deserves a curse or two,
For making me so far away from you.

I saw some pictures of the world at war,
I couldn't suss what all the fuss was for.
I wear a picture of you wearing black,
And kissing me behind the butler's back.

Sometimes I get down,
But it's not you that gets me down,
It's just that sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously handed down.

But oh no, not you, don't wipe your eyes over lies,
Just let them shine their blue,
On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable
And the birth of the true.

I'd sack the world and make a second start,
I'd sack my head until I'd found my heart,
I'd fill the distance with a red parade,
And burn the banks down while the bugles played.

Sometimes I get down,
But it's not you that gets me down,
It's just that sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously handed down.

But oh no, not you, don't wipe your eyes over lies,
Just let them shine their blue,
On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable
And the birth of the true.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): RODDY FRAME




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Aztec Camera - The Birth Of The True
Roddy Frame - The Birth Of The True
Roddy Frame - Birth Of The True
Aztec Camera - The Birth Of The True, La Edad de Oro, Madrid 1984
Roddy Frame of Aztec Camera on the Tube, Early 1980s
Roddy Frame - Live - Birth of The True, Paisley Abbey 27-10-12
The birth of the true Aztec Camera cover
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