Dream of A Child - The Durutti Column

And With The New Light

Goes Every Morning

I Walk The Same Streets

The Same Every Day

Passed By The People

Who Go To The Center

The Lines Of Their Cars

They Look The Same Way

I Look For A Shelter

I Go Slipping Away

I Look For A Shelter

And My Time Of Day

To Some Quiet Place

To Find Colours Of Joy

I Look For A Shelter

And This Is My Time

Dream Of A Child

A Physical Presence

How She Does Touch Me It Stays In My Soul

No Use To Deny

Existence Of Passion

There’s No Way To Play It Turn Away From Inside

To Some Quiet Place

To Find Colours Of Joy

I Look For A Shelter

And This Is My Time

Stood By The Statue

Stare Out Of The Square

Watching The Dreams That Are Many

Filled With A Life Of Their Own

A Crippled Young Child

The Pain Of A Short Life

To Bear Curses Of Men

And The Turning Away

I Walk The Same Streets

The Same Every Day

I Walk The Same Streets

The Same Every Day

To Some Quiet Place

To Find Colours Of Joy

I Look For A Shelter

This Is My Time