so this country
wants a king and queen after all
this country needs to pull its socks up
our dignity, for too long, has been in freefall

if i am here
then, where are you?
with that dead end job
and business like shoes

i have got the friends
who are as close as can be
the inner circle that circles me
and allows me to be free

for the past, there is always a tear
and for apologies always a longing
and you know now that the solution will never be near
it is a good idea to put the letter in the coffin

see if the shadow is caught
if you can set it free
before it is brought
by the red fire sea

now it is –
well, it is just the next day i seek
i can dance the futuristic waltz –
even with my two left feet

trees and pavements and cars
suburban towns bathed in lampost light
and a well tidied driveway
a garage masquerading as another room

and here i am, just holding you
i cannot help it
stuck to the flipside of a sixpence

there is an awful lot of cold
and an awful lot of loneliness
i would like to stop exchanging gunfire
and exchange it for a little tenderness