POP SONG
words and music by David Sylvian
© 1989 Opium Arts Ltd. - Virgins Record Ltd.
performed by David Sylvian
Behind the iron gates
The shifts were worked in silence
Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses sirens
And as the words were few
We listen to the radio
It was loud and irritate me so
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song
These promise won't keep
Though every road begins and ends with you
The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue
I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrow
But the money goes, and the time goes too
I'll tell you I love you
"Like the stars above you"
Like my favourite pop song
We squander these gifts
Like another Sunday supplement
They're just so much cash in the hand of the government
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song