Eve Of The Needle Songtext

von Iain Matthews

EYE OF THE NEEDLE (For Barbara Kelton)
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Look, Papa, it's starting to snow
There's another hard winter before us
Look, something is happening on the street down there
Let's pretend we're not home, they'll ignore us

Oh, Papa, don't answer the door
Whatever they've got, we're not buying
'Cause I hate what they've done to this country of ours
And I'm sick and I'm tired of complying

Oh, Papa, you see what it's like
It's cold, it's oppressive, I hate it
I wanna be free, not a prisoner here
And I am that, however you paint it

Oh, Papa, you're a loyal man
You've kept the home fires burning
But I must leave here while I can
And do what I must do

Oh, Papa, I'm going insane
But it's something I hardly dare mention
'Cause I hear all the time 'bout the Land Of The Free
While I'm living my life of detention

And, Papa, I've made up my mind
I just hope we don't live to resent it
You know nothing stays hidden for long in this life
But nothing I do can prevent it

For I have been believing in
The power and the glory
But until they let me breathe again
I do what I must do

Without me, without me
They do this without me
Without me, without me
You go on, without me

So, Papa, I'll be on my way
Be safe now and know that I love you
It's given me joy to have shared in your life
And I'll cherish this memory of you

Oh, Papa, you've given your life
To the State and the good of the people
Now you're willing to pay lor this small indiscretion
This thread through the eye of the needle

Oh, Papa, you're an honest man
And given to the Party
But this is where you drew the line
This time they've gone too far

Without me, without me
You stay here without me
Without me, without me
They go on without me
Without me, without me
You'll get by without me

Look, Papa, it's starting to snow
There's another hard winter before us