jesus jesus what's it all about trying to clout these little ingrates into shape when i was their age all the lights went out there was no time to whine and mope about
and even now part of me flies over dresden at angels one five though they'll never fathom it behind my sarcasm desperate memories lie
sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep, good 'cos that's the only time that i can really talk to you and there is something that i've locked away a memory that is too painful to withstand the light of day
when we came back from the war the banners and flags hung on everyones door we danced and we sang in the street and the church bells rang but burning in my heart my memory smoulders on of the gunners dying words on the intercom
