Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross
Whatever You Say, Say Nothing
Hang Your Head
Theres nothing wise
Or twice as good as nice
You save it all inside while you
Hang your head
Hang your head
Underneath it all
Your smile your smile your smile is flawed
And the songs you sing are only
Spoken
The promise of this child
You crossed your palms with silver crowns and the
People swore he's only
Choken
Theres no promises
No light is ever shed
Between the living and dead