Ash Wednesday Lyrics - Deacon Blue

Where would I be,Would I be standing right here 

We've had such a cruel death would we be as good as to remember a life 

Would you never live the way that you did would your birth be enough 

Was it just someones hard labour,A few days struggle then oblivion 

And what about Peter that rock of a saint he'd never taken the hook 

And kept on fishing and missing the catch but hitting the sea 

And Margaret praying for the army and the souls like you and me 

Lost somewhere out there in erternity,Wondering what it all means 

Would it be the same,Just imagining 

Not just holy water but an ocean 

Not just touching but diving right in 

Is this a curse it just makes things worse for the living 

Struggling and burned and one calender month before giving 

Giving up the ghost of Christmas past 

Valentines post and easter mondays past