This Mortal Coil - Sixteen Days / Gathering Dust

Sixteen days no bread and water
Sixteen days no light of day

Sixteen days without liquid on my stomach
Sixteen days without sun on my back

Sixteen days without ideas in my head
Sixteen days with writing on my hands

The pressure's on, no time to lose
The pressure's on, no time to lose
The pressure's on, no time to lose
The pressure's on, no time to lose

Inspiring dreams, all shattered and blown away
Gathering dust, the band played on again
Personal reasons, are problems in the way
Waking up with just enough time to spare

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Searching out thoughts, we set ourselves a sight
Power and death are always on our minds
The cause is laid out, no looking back for me
The future holds the key for us to see

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(originally recorded by Modern English)