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Artist/Band: Aztec Camera
Lyrics for Song: Back On Board
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Aztec Camera



Heard it said it's a stupid thing

Everything that I follow through

Never got to our God, you see

Abandoned with the taste of the new, new, new

And everytime that whistle blows

I'm stranded in my shoes



Get me back on board

Pull me up with grace

Get me back on board

Let me be embraced



'Cause even after all those words

I want you for my own

Touch me when the sun comes up and tell me that we're home



We'll take a train to the graves again

That we can learn the value of life

Kick the snow with our shoe-heels

Shivers give me a smile in the night

Hey, honest to goodness, girl

I'd kiss you with the lips of the Lord

But to be honest to goodness

I feel I have to wait for the word, word, word

And everytime that whistle blows

I'm stranded in my shoes



Get me back on board

Pull me up with grace

Get me back on board

Let me be embraced



'Cause I'm always, always trying to be the archetypal free

The strangest something went to sleep

I buckled at the knees

So here we go, digging through those dustbins

Giving things new names



Get me back on board

Pull me up with grace

Get me back on board

Let me be embraced



Get me back on board

Pull me up with grace

Get me back on board

Here's my ticket

Where's the big embrace?


Album Lyrics: Other Songs - Aztec Camera


Aztec Camera
"Other Songs - Aztec Camera"


1. Back On Board
2. Debutante
3. Deep Wide And Tall
4. Haywire
5. Just Like The Usa
6. Lost Outside The Tunnel
7. More Than A Law
8. Phenomenal World
9. Rainy Season
10. Release
11. Safe In Sorrow
12. Sister Ann
13. The Bugle Sounds Again
14. The Red Flag
15. Vertigo
16. We Could Send Letters
17. Working In A Goldmine