News in the city. breaks without pity. Long after the war has ended. we're still in fatigues. Up against it. The higher you fly. the further you fall. Up against it. Wondering why we. fought after all. Such a cold winter. with scenes as slow as Pinter. Synchronise your watches. there's still time to kill. Up against it. Drinking this swill. to sweeten the pill. Up against it. The more that it hurts. the less that it works. Wrapped up in nostalgia. to queue for a show. Back to Trafalgar. one kiss then I'll go. So deep in quicklime. the bones of an old crime. I knew a man who raked them over. He's still suffering. Up against it. Buried so deep. it gives me the creeps. Up against it. The longer you hate. the more that it grates. Up against it. Look left then right. and run for your life. Up against it. The more that it hurts. the less that it works