THE LIGHT CREEPS IN
THROUGH THE BROKEN GLASS
IN THE SLEEPING WARD
FINNEGAN'S VOICE
IS AN ENDLESS WHINE
THROUGH A HARDBOARD BARRICADE
I THROW A CIGARETTE TO MAKE HIM QUIETEN DOWN
AND I SEARCH FOR THAT PHOTO OF YOU
AND YOUR FACE IS A SYMBOL
A PLACE TO REMEMBER
YOUR FACE IS A SYMBOL FOR ME NOW
RADIO BLARES
THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME
AND THE CHILDREN PLAY YOU UP
BUSES AND TRAINS
ON COMMUTER LINES
THROUGH THE CONDENSATION
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING NOW
AND I FOLLOW YOU IN YOUR ROUTINE
AND YOUR FACE IS A SYMBOL
AND YOUR EYES MAKE ME STRONG AGAIN
I CAN LOOK AT THE WORLD FULL OF CONFIDENCE