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 we beat a man   Just for standing there   I held my breath as I watched you swing   Then 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 Bermondsey, in Burberry   You held me at the barricade   The pigs arrived with tear gas   And I wept at 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 when I saw your face   In line to catch the morning train   You looked like you'd been softened   Like you never really loved the pain      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