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 to 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
