North Of The Border — Killing Joke

Scrape my nails across a brick

I'll describe my mornings in the early hours My pulses are racing, my heart beats out loud I am north of the border (and I'm cold and I sweat) And I worry I worry what tomorrow will bring

Scrape my nails across a brick

I walk north of the border and step over the line To a place of frustration (going out of my mind) I've tried wearing bright colours to brighten my life But the truth cuts through fashion, it cuts like a knife Just look at our faces, yes they say more than words We're so lost in our problems We're so lost in our world Yesterday - nothing But today is o.k. - I've enough to survive on Tomorrow's another day

Scrape my nails across a brick