Subversive

There's something subversive about you and me

'Cause there's a market-value on love and we're getting something for free

I don't know why, but when we're apart something makes me want to start

Setting fires and kicking down doors

I hope we never have to resort to dividing what is mine and what is yours

There's something coercive about the way some people smile

Wide open as if to say, "Come on in and browse a while"

And some time when your resistance is low

Remember that I know

Whose your favourite Pogue

There's a place in my soul where noone else can adore you

And like the poet-soldier says, "I would spill my blood for you"

There's nothing conclusive in this whole world

'Cause flags can change and martyrs die and there're many towns left to burn

But somewhere between there and here, for one night, hold me near

And sing my shallow tears

And we'll drink but not to forget

But to remember instead

All our happy years