But at 6:30 of a Sunday morning when he's shaking the window panes with this particular number, when I may have had a few sherberts the night before, we may have a difference of opinion.
La Rossa extends her hands
In the morning light the stigmata don't show
She's up already, making plans
She thinks it's maybe time he ought to go
And she's friendly like it's a service
But she's ringing round his head
Though he knows she has no further use for him
Still he feels like he's raised from the dead
Out to the cold grey daylight
Never ever wondering, of course
If one moment of perfect passion
Is worth a lifetime of remorse
MarkRae, you were doing brilliantly until the Proclaimers.
I know it's "each to their own" and all that, but those The Proclaimers really push my buttons. I went to the Scottish Cup final with absolutely no feelings towards either side at all, but was perversely delighted Hibs that lost, just to p1ss those two off.
Still, you evoked somer magical memories of Uriah Heep and I went to see them last year for a bit of a nostalgia trip. Seen Runrig many times, but only with Donnie.