Before - Laurence Fox

Your wild life

Returns and returns to the fore

And the hands that reached out in the night

You can feel them once more

And all your wild days

Are returning, returning again

And the hands that reached out in the night

You can feel them once more

You can’t pretend

You don’t want to pretend anymore

And all through the hours

You cling to the powers of love

And thought and hope

In the meaning that’s lost in the reason of now

Come on

We will be better than before

So come on

We will be better that before

My wild life

Returns and returns to the sea

And the hands that reach out in the night

They are reaching for me

And all my wild days

Have returned and returned to the fore

And the hands that reach out in the night

I can feel them once more

I can’t pretend

I don’t want to pretend anymore

And all through the hours we lean to the power of love

And thought and hope

In the meaning that’s lost in the reason of now

Come on

We will be better than before

All through the hours we lean to the powers of love

And thought and hope

In the reason that’s lost in the reason of now

Come on

We will be better than before

So come on

We can be better than before

We can be better than before