We met in an office, with the union dissolving.
Where you found no architect, no figurehead worth absolving.
There in the square
Your breath trailing behind you
You resembled the trains
Which would always remind you
Of the slum of being young.

Do-do-do you remember?

Alone with our freedom, the hungry will hustle.
Working in the rough trade, hiring out some muscle.
Sitting on a milk crate
Waiting for someone to smother
I thought of Magdalene
& I thought of my mother
But when he comes I think of you.

Do-do-do you remember?

They'll sell all our medals, they're tear down our statues.
But I'll never hate you. You only did what you had to.
But what of The Kids?
Waiting in that darkness for us
What of the verse
The bridge & the chorus?
What will become of our songs?

Return to me.
Return to me.
Return to me where I will be in Stalingrad.
Return to me.
Return to me.
Return to me where I am free in Stalingrad.

Do-do-do you remember?