1959

	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 1959
	Which way the wind blows in 1959
	And the wind blows still and the wind blows wild again
	For a little child and 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 1959?
	Do you feel like 1959?
	And the wind blows wild again
	And the wind blows wild
	In 1959, in 59,
	IsabelleDo 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 1959

	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 1959
	Which way the wind blows in 1959
	And the wind blows still and the wind blows wild again
	For a little child and 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 1959?
	Do you feel like 1959?
	And the wind blows wild again
	And the wind blows wild
	In 1959, in 59,
	IsabelleDo 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 1959