Fall - Terry Waite Sez lyrics

Terry Waite Sez

Terry Waite Sez

Terry Waite Sez

Give us a ring, give us a ring if you're

Mister Big

Sounding sour and frustrated

With the pressure of his own life.

Terry Waite Sez

Terry Waite Sez

There are trees, painted white doves

Send us something [slip us something?]

Send us something

50 [blocks] at the hill provincial [parks]

Let the real reverend walk

He plans but they won't let him in

Terry Waite Sez

Terry Waite!