The Light Creeps In Through The Broken Glass In The Sleeping Ward. Finnegan's Voice Is An Endless Whine Through A Hardboard Barricade. I Throw A Cigarette To Make Him Quieten Down. And I Search For That Photo Of You. And Your Face Is A Symbol. A Place To Remember. Your Face Is A Symbol For Me Now. Radio Blares. There Is Not Much Time. And The Children Play You Up. Buses And Trains On Commuter Lines Through The Condensation. I Know What You're Doing Now And I Follow You In Your Routine. And Your Face Is A Symbol. And Your Eyes Make Me Strong Again I Can Look At The World Full Of Confidence
