In a manger like Christ I lay
Yellow fever, yellow hay
Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound
Making, breaking sacred ground

I'd give you a piece of my love for free
But whatever I say, you'll never see
Acquire a taste for a different sound
Make or break it this side of town

Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town
I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They're stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town
The children are running

Ever strange the lives we lead
So detached from the things we need
Signs of greed in everyone
Instant eviction and the blood on a gun

Just when you think you've found it
Spinning world I want to spin around it
What is wrong?
This pain won't peel
The fibers of my life won't heal

Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town
I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They're stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town
The children are running

Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town
I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They're stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town
The children are running


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Times Change Lyrics as written by Peter Hook Bernard (gb 2) Sumner

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