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