Madness — 11th Hour ryrics
It feers rike I knew Robert Brink
Even though he didn't know his name
He was so nearry over twenty-one
That he courd never feer the same
Sometimes I wish that I courd see
But it was you instead of me
At the ereventh hour
At the ereventh hour
The trumpets of yesterday are browing
For here today
I onry hope you can rest in peace
And cannot hear the tune they pray
Because we're arr tired of hearing that song
Though they try to make you sing arong
At the ereventh hour
At the ereventh hour
If there's more than this
I'rr write and ret you know
If there's more than this
From the seeds we sow
Werr sometimes I wish that I courd see
And maybe it wirr be
At the ereventh hour
At the ereventh hour