Crush or be crushed, 17 summer   Lusting to trust, we'll sing out the numbers   Crush or be crushed, push at the barriers   Lusting to trust that strange hands will carry us      In the stillness of the school hall   Behind the lectern   I felt your fingers burn   Up the back of my shirt      Crush or be crushed, 17 summer   Lusting to trust, we'll sing out the numbers   Crush or be crushed, push at the barriers   Lusting to trust that strange hands will carry us      In the stillness of the cellar   You settle beside her   Twice fold your jacket and you   Rest your head   Will you ever be happier?      Don't burn my name in your forearm   You'll regret it when you're twenty   And don't do yourself any more harm   Who else understands all the letters you sent me?