Pop Song - David Sylvian

Behind the iron gates

The shifts were workes in silence

Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses’s sirens

And as the words were few

We’d listen to the radio

It was loud, and irritated me so

I’ll tell you I love you

Like my favourite pop song

These promises won’t keep

Though every road begins and ends with you

The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue

I’ll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows

But the money goes and the time goes to

I’ll tell you I love you

«Like the stars above you»

Like my favourite pop song

Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue

We squander these gifts

Like another sunday supplement

Theres just so much cash in the hands of the government

I’ll tell you I love you

Like my favourite pop song