Lyric Times Change

In a manger like Christ I lay
Yellow fever, yellow hay
Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound
Making, breaking sacred ground
I d give you a piece of my love for free
But whatever I say you ll never see
Aquire a taste for a different sound
Make or break this side of town

Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town
I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They re stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town
The children are running

Ever strange the lives we lead
So detached from the things we need
Signs of greed in everyone
Instand eviction and blood on a gun
Just when you think you ve found it
Spinning world I want to spin around it
Whta is wrong? The pain won t peel
The fibres of my life won t heal

Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town
I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They re stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town
The children are running