An attempt to cling onto the good things, at the same time turning
away without a second glance. A bluesy, ska flavoured track set
against the tense touch-paper backdrop of the London riots.
Lyrics
The ghost street, dirty
Full of escape and run
The beautiful glass city
Hurt with the fear you drum
Wiser now, coloured in
Scratching forward, blue
Away from the din
My mind wanders
From the hot taxi,
back to you
My day had crashed
Events started to race
Gifted glass smashed
It all gathered pace
Young bullets
Break out the mayhem
You can watch all the highlights
on the news at ten
A man dizzy with kick
Hope that never arrived
With impatient tick
We've so much, but are so deprived
So what, the final trigger?
The end of you and me
For we were once bigger
Bigger than the sea
Chorus
I'm still holding your smile
Let me hold it for a while
Let me hold it for a while
I'm still holding your smile
Let me hold it for a while
(P/C) Woolrich
