Be at the clock at six
Our chalk and cheese will mix
The photo booth portrait looks reportage
Tonight we are the exiled working cla**
Authority and reason
Are anarchy and treason
To first lovers in a broken town
I wish I had a clue
I always feel so vague and what to do
The city shrugs we know it's had its day
The gas work shadows where we used to play
If we had a chance we'd take it
But would we recognise it
Two first lovers in a broken town
If I said let's go could we?
I'm glad that you never stop me
Kiss me