Walk with me a while, show me how it's done
You know it's not my style to be living on the run
We'll find a lasting memory to warm the cockles of your heart
It's as good a place as any we will find to start

Operator help me please, need to make a wake-up call
I'm getting down on my knees, I'm setting out my stall

Like a soldier returning from the battlefield of conscience
Slowly learning of the sequence of events
I'd be your white knight, you'd play the damsel in distress
We could talk to the fading light, but words won't do it justice


No I can't stay long, so I won't be hurt
This is our swansong, and the final word