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