Broken Home Songtext
von Stephen Duffy

Be at the clock at six
Our chalk and cheese will mix
The photo booth portrait looks reportage
Tonight we are the exiled working class

Authority and reason
Are anarchy and treason
To first lovers in a broken town


I wish I had a clue
I always feel so vague and what to do
The city shrugs we know it's had its day
The gas work shadows where we used to play

If we had a chance we'd take it
But would we recognise it
Two first lovers in a broken town

If I said let's go could we?
I'm glad that you never stop me
Kiss me