The Elevators - 1941 Lyrics

Midnight
1941
How could I have known that
My love would soon be gone
Your eyes
Sparkled in the light
The rhythm of the music
The stillness of the night

It's the same old story
It's the same old game
The martyr's illusion
But the victim's the same

Stubborn
The dreams in me remained
The fantasy of one day
We could live like them
I was
Blinded to the truth
We could never change them
And that there was no excuse

It's the same old story...

Evening
2017
The memories of our children
And the life that we never had
Sometimes
When the day is drawing down
I still see their faces
Their little hands reaching out

It's the same old story...

Feel the pull
Feel the pull
Of the ground beneath my feet

Pray again
Pray again
Pray again if I can

Reach out your hand
Seek out my heart
Take my pain away

Reach out your hand
Seek out my heart
Take my pain away...