1959 - Sisters of Mercy

Written by：Andrew Taylor

Living as an angel in the

Place that I was born

Living on air

Living in heaven

Giving the lie down the line

To the

There's my heaven

And I know

Which way the wind blows

In nineteen fifty-nine

Which way the wind blows

In nineteen fifty-nine

And the wind blows still

And the wind blows wild again

For a little child can never kill this clean

This way

And it feels like me today

Tell me

Do you feel the same

Isabelle

Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine

Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine

And the wind blows wild again

And the wind blows wild

In nineteen fifty-nine

In fifty-nine

In fifty-nine

Isabelle

Do you do you fell the same

Come with me

Like a little child

Like another gun

Like homeless restless known to none like

Way beyond the line

Like it never was

In nineteen fifty-nine