Текст: The Style Council. Luck.

Luck fell in the right place for me
The day you happened to come by
You caught me feeling all was useless
And left me feeling ten feet high

Now nothing again will be quite the same
You gathered my fears and threw them away

Luck dropped in just at the right time
The time when I felt most alone
All my dreams had seemed to vanish
Now my nightmares have upped and gone

I'm not scared of farewells, nothing's the same twice
I stride through the day and I float through the night

How much choice do we have in this?
Like some almighty hand smashing your life into pieces
One day you're washed and drowned
And the next minute you're put back on land

Now nothing again can be quite the same
I gather my fears and I throw them away

Luck, when you hold me closely
Ooh, feels like summertime
Luck, when you hold my hand
I want it all the time

Luck, in your country kisses
Ooh, I love your outlook
Luck, in your hills and valleys
Go on talking my babbling brook