Track byThe Style Council
I close my eyes - I reach out my hand And there you are - beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name - I kick out in dreams And here we are - the searchlight beams The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells And I still here - handsome in rags A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity Come to me angel, don't go to the showers Beg, steal or borrow - now there's nothing left to take Except eternity And who will come - to flower our graves? With us still here - covered with dust Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority Stay with me angel - don't get lost in history Don't let all we suffered lose it's meaning in the dark That we call memory