Quiet Life
Album - 1979 - Debaser id 65781

Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough
Boys, would that ever cross your mind

Boys, are you contemplating
Moving out somewhere
Boys, will you ever find the time?

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same, beware.
Here comes the quiet life again?

Boys, now the country's only miles away from here
Boys, do you recognise the signs?

Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks
Boys, it's too late to wonder why

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same, beware.
Here comes the quiet life again?

As you turn to leave
Never looking back
Will you think of me?
Will you ever, could it ever stop?

Doucement, ne les dérangez pas
Il y a des gens qui vivent comme ça

Les artistes de demain
En desespoir agréable

(Translation)
Quietly, now, don't disturb them
There are people who live like that

The artists of tomorrow
In pleasant despair

The cottage is windswept
Now there's only sorrow here
Follow evacuation signs
You're detached and broken and so sentimental now
Remembering how we passed our time

Somebody waits for me
Far beyond our halloween

Germanic forces marching on concrete squares
Our love is just defenceless sound
And could we believe that all you said was true
We would be so determined now

Slowly emerging Dividing Germany
Everyone's lost in East Berlin
Only believing just what you want to hear
We're waiting at stations once again

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrows parties

Where will she go
What shall she do
When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown
To all tomorrows parties

What shall she do
With Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
From whom no-one ever borrows

A blackened shroud
A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrows parties

Everything's neat and compact
There's not much to shout about
But winter is breaking inside of me
Now life is so incomplete
But you're one of the boys again
But is that all you want to be?

Now that you feel the weather
Was it all in vain?
Now that we're together
We seem so alien

Slowly descend from heaven
Anyway we turn we win
But how can you always be so sure?
Nightporters sleep on weekdays
Living a lifetime too
Walking away without a cure

Now that you feel the weather
Was it all in vain?
Now that we're together
We seem so alien

The noise on the stairs disturbs me
Somebody walks my way
But can you rely on everything I feel?
Driving through endless buildings
The desert is so serene
But Mondays were never really my ideal

Now that you feel the weather
Was it all in vain?
Now that we're together
We seem so alien