Kissing Gate
The
First
Post-war council homes
Empty Friday eve
To wartime pleasure domes
Prisoners on leave
You said something and it seems to me
We do the same things that we done last week
But I don’t wanna go out tonight
I wanna stay up late
Leave the world to fate
So tell me that you’ll wait
By the kissing gate
And there’s a public footpath
Behind the cemetery
And I swear that it was true
Though it was probably an illusion
But lying by those graves
Despite the light pollution
I’ve never seen the stars quite that way
Shine so bright, so far away
So tell me that you’ll wait
By the kissing gate
Pre-crash working homes
Empty Monday morn
To post-Leave shirking homes
Waiting on the dawn
Inventing the Black Country 