Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us   Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club   And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for   Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.   We walked the streets of our town just talking   And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks   Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything   Something comes to kick you up inside    Eleven sweet years and no nearer home   A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone   Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness   Trying not to look down      No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes   Twisted up and turning in my bed alone   And separation pains like a blunted amputation   Pushing endless coins in the telephone    Eleven sweet years and no nearer home   A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone   Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness   Trying not to look down      So rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you   And tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .      Forever running even when we are standing still   Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow   And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"   Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road    Eleven sweet years and no nearer home   A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone   Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness   Trying not to look down