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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aztec Camera
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roddy Frame
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Clarke
Producer
John Brand
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I brought you some francs
From my travelling chest
You'll spare me the thanks
Till you know I'm the best
So, come Hogmonay
When love comes in slurs
Resolutions I'll make
You can label them hers
[Verse 2]
We threw our hands up high
Nearly touched the sky
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
We'd never let it die
[Verse 3]
All those boy wonders
Sold their medals when they saw this train
Now this boy wonders
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
I can from high land
Where the hopefuls have to hesitate
Now this boy wonders
Why the words were never worth the wait
[Verse 4]
I'm waiting, waiting
In pastel paper, pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
But, the poor excuse, they peddle as their prose
[Verse 5]
Dry you tears, tie your tongue
And you're never sixteen
And I'll give you a glimpse
Of the hard and the clean
And my traveling chest
Will be open to you
And boy, will you learn
That you haven't a clue
[Verse 6]
I even asked my best friend
But he could not explain
It hit me, when I left him
I felt the rain and called it genius
Called it genius
[Verse 7]
All those boy wonders
Sold their medals when they saw this train
Now this boy wonders
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
I came from high land
Here the hopefuls have to hesitate
Now this boy wonders
Why the words were never worth the wait
Written by: Roddy Frame