Broken Home - Stephen Duffy

Be at the clock at six

Our chalk and cheese will mix

The photo booth portrait looks reportage

Tonight we are the exiled working class

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