Tekster: Stars. In Our Bedroom After the War. Barricade.

Trapped on the terraces
I looked at you and knew
You were the only thing that mattered
There was no one for me but you

In Harmony Street would beat a man
Just for standing there
I held my breath as I watched you swing
And run your fingers through your hair

Oh, how could anyone not love
The terrible things you do
Oh, how could anyone not want
To try and help you

In Burmancy, in Burberry
You held me at the barricade
The pigs arrived with tear gas
And I wiped through the mistakes we made

We stalked the streets like animals
And danced as windows shattered
For the island, for the thrill of it
For everything that mattered

Oh, how could anyone not want
To rip it all apart
Oh, how could anyone not love
Your cold black heart

I found you on a Saturday
And that was where I lost you
You had to finally walk away
Because of what it cost you

Years later on, I saw your face
In line to catch the morning train
You looked like you'd been suffering
Like you'd never really loved the plane

Oh, how could anyone
Not finally diminish
The thrill of blood comes instantly
There's only darkness at the finish

Meet me at the barricade
I'll be at the barricade
Meet me at the barricade
The love died but the hate can't fade
I'll be at the barricade
The love died but the hate can't fade