eleven years

• impurity albumunden gelen fikir fikir bir sarki...(bkz: new model army)
  
  stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
  two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
  and the grey eyes, the storm that i've come to know and wish for
  before i caught a breath, well, she was standing there.
  we walked the streets of our town just talking
  and the dawn broke^* grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
  just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything
  something comes to kick you up inside
  eleven sweet years and no nearer home
  a hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
  still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
  trying not to look down
  
  no rest for the wicked is still how it goes
  twisted up and turning in my bed alone
  and separation pains like a blunted amputation
  pushing endless coins in the telephone^*
  eleven sweet years and no nearer home
  a hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
  still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
  trying not to look down
  
  so rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you
  and tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .
  
  forever running even when we are standing still
  driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
  and shouting out inside "i'm proud of you, i'm proud of you"
  ten thousand footsteps echo down the brixton road
  eleven sweet years and no nearer home
  a hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
  still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
  trying not to look down