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...