In the 1980's I was busy hating
All of the intangible, the impossibly impractical ideas I'd never understand

And in the 1990's, it was far too exciting for words
And now I'm drinking adult drinks and now I have the time too think that sex is so overrated

Who gave you the right to bruise my little heart
You tore it right apart, I was saving it for art
You knew just what to do, so who gave you the clue
I love no one else, I love only you

We will capture all of London
With disposable cameras
These sights were here before we were born
They'll be here when we're dead but they'll remember
They're touched by out lives

Oh we'll burn all their retinas
With our patience and our tolerance
Will kick and moan and spew and scream
But we'll know exactly what we mean

Oh who taught you the knack, was it skill or was it luck
You pulled me into pieces and now I'm truly fucked
Don't want to be alone, I'm useless on my own I love no one else, I love only you