I want you to be the way I want you to be and
When you're not it hurts me like
Shredded tape, something sticky for
Security wrapped tight around a metal box to imitate
Security, there's a blue sky over me but
The fear is on me

In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden
Luxury, two bedroomed apartments
Overlook the traffic lights next to the rails
It's a hot day, it's a, it's a hot day
A lazy day for some but I'm bringing from the inside all these things
I see a wall, I know it's gonna fall down maybe hurt somebody
After it's been tagged
I fly post it, it's a rush job, it looks good for long enough
Knock 'em out and sell 'em, move on, it's a
Fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out
It's the short term, the long term can look after itself
Unless you happen to be living here, I've gotta stop

People are squinting to block out the sun
Complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain the next minute for a
Scorched earth
What's it worth, enough is never enough
Let's have a little moan
Put the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train
Pay somebody else to drive see the suits, I see the suits
Sunning themselves on the steps
Of the supermarket and I think of you
When I'm alone like this
Burning from the inside
I found a new door, I didn't know where it went
I went through, I came out in this shopping mall where
Boys wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and Arsenal shirts
And the boys from Dagenham wear jackets called Harlem
Grinning at the door of the
Anne Summers sex shop, it's St.Georges day
And all the old people smile
The young people look hungry
Looking for a new door, I'm in the sun at the back of the shops
It's where the purple wheelie bins are pushed up against the doors that say
"fire exit"
The smell of grease, there's a broken glass thing under my feet
The boys stop for a smoke in the sun
And watch girls cross from the job centre
To the station
A drunk stands in the door of a pub
A bunch of pea sticks in one hand
A cheery carrier bag hanging in the other, hanging in the other
Girls in England shirts read the papers and giggle at the table in a cafe
Offering home made dinners, it's good food
But your clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley
By the by-pass you might just see me
Scratching all these things
Inking it out, deliver us from temptation
And doubt there's an abandoned trolly
Called safe and radio one on and on and on and on and on and on and on and another
England shirt out in the sun
Spring falls in pink
On the black top and cracks
Black and yellow tape covers the scene of a break in and
Every time I think of you I get my peace back
People are squinting to block out the sun
Complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain the next minute for a
Scorched earth
What's it worth, enough is never
Enough, let's have a little moan
Put the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train
Pay somebody else to drive, see the suits
I see the suits sunning themselves on the steps
Of the supermarket
And I think of you when I'm alone like this
Burning from the inside