Double-decker number nine
Let out a sound all wound up like a siren
And I felt her shudder next to me
Remembering the air-raids in the night
The last fifty years just shot right by
Some memories never die
Like a curl of smoke, the notes
Bounced off the Apollo theatre walls
And all the words fell to the floor
As two thousand mouths all sighed
The fingers stick out, the cabs roll by
Some memories never die
Trade thoughts of guilt for shame
A simple word's not that hard to say...?
You act like an even plane
Is to bleach everything in your sight
(does your mother have to wonder
Where you were stolen in the night?)
Your silence will haunt you where you lie
