Trapped on the terraces, I looked at you and knew You were the only thing that mattered There was no one for me but you In Harmony Street we beat a man Just for standing there I held my breath as I watched you swing Then run your fingers through your hair
Oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do? Oh, how could anyone not want to try and help you?
In Bermondsey in Burberry, you held me at the barricade, the pigs arrived with tear gas And I wept at the mistakes we made We stalked the streets like animals And danced as windows shattered For our island, for the thrill of it, for everything that mattered
Oh, how could anyone not want to rip it all apart? Oh, how could anyone not love your cold, black heart?
I found you on a Saturday, and that was where I lost you You had finally walk away because of what it cost you, years later when I saw your face In line to catch the morning train, you looked like you'd been softened Like you never really loved the pain
Oh, how could anyone not finally diminish? The thrill of blood comes instantly There's only darkness at the finish
Meet me at the barricade, I'll be at the barricade Meet me at the barricade, the love died, but the hate can't fade I'll be at the barricade, the love died, but the hate won't fade...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
