Lowest Of The Low

Subversive

Lowest Of The Low


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