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
years
windows
where
trapped
train
through
finally
harmony
diminish
shattered
darkness
street
danced
swing
could
black
found
never
softened
barricade
comes
catch
everything
because
instantly
mattered
heart
loved
arrived
animals
breath
finish
island
standing
fingers
stalked
anyone
blood
later
thrill
looked
saturday
mistakes
morning
watched
apart
really
streets
terraces
terrible
there
thing
things
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