Lyrics:

Words and music by Roddy FrameI brought you some francs from my travelling chestYou'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the bestSo come Hogmonay when love comes in slursResolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers'We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,We clicked our heels and spat and sworeWe'd never let it dieChorus:All those boy wondersSold their medals when they saw this trainNow this boy wondersWhen he'll feel the fall of honest rainI came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitateNow this boy wondersWhy the words were never worth the waitI'm waiting, waiting.In pastel paper pink over greyWe wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck awayThe poor excuse they peddle as their prose.Dry your tears, tie your tongue and you're never sixteenAnd I'll give you a glimpse of the hard and the cleanAnd my travelling chest will be open to youAnd boy will you learn that you haven't a clueI even asked my best friend but he could not explainIt hit me when I left himI felt the rain and called it genius,Called it genius.Chorus repeat

Aztec Camera The Boy Wonders