There’s no sign of hope
Looking through a telescope
Beauty has a way of seeming unconcerned
Rebels in the north
Music is an evil force
There’s nothing good that anyone can do or say

Taxi coming down the Old Kent Road
I won’t turn into a xenophobe

One hundred mortal souls
Now you know what kindness is
That he would sacrifice himself, for the love of her
Good fortune has a face
Found her in her hiding place
A leather jacket left, in a dressing room

Walking down the Boulevard Voltaire
Was it fate that brought you here, or there, or anywhere

If you want to terrorise me
Make me hate you in return
Well love is stronger when it hurts

If you want to motivate me
You’ll get what you deserve
There are no words
There are no words
In my distant home
I will write a melody
And I will sing for you
When I return
It may not change a lot
But I’ll give it everything I’ve got
It will come to life, because of you