Today, as you listen to this song. Another 394,000 children were born into this world. They break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores.
When I was young I dreamed and dreamed. About all the things that I was going to be. A brave explorer holding court or a really famous astronaut. A handsome pop star on the screen or captain of the England team.
The time I think most clearly, the time I drift away. Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey. I get to think about what might have been and what may yet come true.
Come with me my little innocents, there's a game that we can play. See how much we can change your world while you look the other way. Turn around as if to see if you can catch us cheat.
It's all out on the streets today but you, you've found a place to hide. Too busy with the rat race, you pass by on the other side. Yours is the face of the brand new Britain with blinkers on your eyes.
I put my hands into the roaring flames. I felt the pain as it started to burn. I've done the same thing over again and again. As if I never ever wanted to learn.
How did they do this to you?. How did they do this to you?. Were you the weapon that they used. As they tore apart the family. Did they bring you here as they were passing through?.
They started work this morning down at city square. They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero. The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all.
We walk every morning in silence. Past the mills on Whetley Lane. Where the lights went out for the very last time. And they never came on again. The spokesman all shred crocodiles tears.
There's a witch hunt coming, screaming out on it's rebirth. There's a crusade coming, Hellfire's back here on earth. See the light in their eyes shine, listen to their words like swords.
Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse. The world is big enough for both of us. The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands. There's different enemies for both of us now.
I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid. Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction. Picking at the sores of the dying beast. And winning all the prizes for imagination.
Once upon a time it was easy. Everything kind of fell into place. Now this feeling won't leave me. We lost the power and we lost the pace. It's staring straight between the eyes.
In the unlit room with my head in my hands. The walls between us now seem unscalable. I cannot control anything. There are weapons down beside your bed.
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry. Live too fast, still not die, before I get old. I'm going to see you raised above this place. Watch the moments shine upon your face.
Smash glass against the wall. Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play.. Door slams, she turns her head. Watches through the window as he pulls away.