giving me some time and you'll make me hate, 'cos you are a person of this day, nuild high, tear low, have you seen the pictures of the ma**ive grave, have you ever wondered what its like to be saved? you may not let go, holding in his room and he's with my note, i thought he'd like the images of me on his boat, "now smith" he said, "now you're not dead but you're going down, this song cannot be written unless I am around" you were from an evening gone, i want more to come, You were from an evening light, i wanna be the night, fathers in the mirror make me feel unloved, i'm walking round the city with my face in a glove, the trees are gone we've all been bombed by $$$ and £££, it's a lovely place for a slaughterhouse and children's playgrounds