The Church

The Church - An Interlude lyrics

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Psychic angels spread on the top of her head
And in the compartments of my dread
The rush hour crush travels home to bed
"You never seem to hear" she smiled
Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child
The lawns are always lush and wild
Spacious floors bejewelled and tiled
"How are you getting home" she laughed
Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft
It's just the water in the bath
An interlude for the busy staff
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Author: Marty Willson-Piper, Peter Koppes, Richard Ploog

Composer: Steve Kilbey

Publisher: Carrere Records Ltd.

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Released in: 1982

Language: English

Appearing on: The Blurred Crusade (1982) , A Postcard From Down Under (2003)

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