Jesus Jesus what's it all about   trying to clout these little ingrates into shape   when i was their age all the lights went out   there was no time to whine and mope about   and even now part of me flies over   dresden at angels one five   though they'll never fathom it behind my   sarcasm desperate memories lie   sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep, good   'cos that's the only time that i can really talk to you   and there is something that i've locked away   a memory that is too painful   to withstand the light of day   when we came back from the war the banners and   flags hung on everyones door   we danced and we sang in the street and   the church bells rang   but burning in my heart   my memory smoulders on   of the gunners dying words on the intercom