Able Archer Lyrics

We pressed in closer listening

To the distant ringing cathedral bells

The trees have lost their leaves for good

And the sky’s become a carousel



Well we left our land in the middle west

Where a thousand forests might've grown

We'll leave it to the scientists

To take and burn this ground away



Gordievsky's flipped again

And I'm sent to bed early again

So I'm counting on the day after next

To take and burn these clouds away



Waiting back in home-room

On another dreary day of school

And I'm locked in with the bins & brooms

So I'll have a chair and wait upon you fools