They say a glass of wine can take a day from your life
But the span of my days was always numbered anyway
I'll trade one in for some living tonight
It's been a long, cold year
And we've both seen our share of tears
While the dogs still surround I'll dig my heels into the ground
And raise a flag saying we're still here
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Leave the dishes on the side
Can't see the dust by candlelight
Even though with the bleary eyes of morning we may fight
Let's remember what we're fighting for tonight
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Oh, it ain't a funeral, darling, if you've got a heart that beats
We'll admit all of our failures, but we won't admit defeat
Well, tonight let's make sweet music, though we're hazy on the tune
We may not slay our demons, but we sure got them confused
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Adam Kirkup - Land Of The Living Lyrics
Adam Kirkup - Land Of The Living Lyrics
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They say a glass of wine can take a day from your life
But the span of my days was always numbered anyway
I'll trade one in for some living tonight
It's been a long, cold year
And we've both seen our share of tears
While the dogs still surround I'll dig my heels into the ground
And raise a flag saying we're still here
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Leave the dishes on the side
Can't see the dust by candlelight
Even though with the bleary eyes of morning we may fight
Let's remember what we're fighting for tonight
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Oh, it ain't a funeral, darling, if you've got a heart that beats
We'll admit all of our failures, but we won't admit defeat
Well, tonight let's make sweet music, though we're hazy on the tune
We may not slay our demons, but we sure got them confused
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
But the span of my days was always numbered anyway
I'll trade one in for some living tonight
It's been a long, cold year
And we've both seen our share of tears
While the dogs still surround I'll dig my heels into the ground
And raise a flag saying we're still here
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Leave the dishes on the side
Can't see the dust by candlelight
Even though with the bleary eyes of morning we may fight
Let's remember what we're fighting for tonight
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Oh, it ain't a funeral, darling, if you've got a heart that beats
We'll admit all of our failures, but we won't admit defeat
Well, tonight let's make sweet music, though we're hazy on the tune
We may not slay our demons, but we sure got them confused
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Oh, tonight let's put our arguments to bed
Open a bottle, kiss our sleeping children on their heads
Dance with all the two-left-footed grace that we've been given
Oh, it's time we taste some goodness in the land of the living
Writer: Adam Kirkup
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