Love Will Tear Us Apart

"Er, okay, see you on the train."

Walking the streets at night and death are excellent bedfellows . . . You walk the streets when you have nowhere to go, no home, no bed; you're lost. Death is close. That was how that early morning felt before the normalcy of the Pullman jerking out of Manchester Piccadilly for London Euston . . .

Wilson knew that the 15 minutes to Macc would be Ian and Anneek's final moments for a while and left them to it.

He saw Ian on the platform at Macc, waving goodbye to Anneek. The gray raincoat, all-night exhaustion written on his face; or maybe the exhaustion at the emotions he was bombarded with, the ones he could or couldn't filter into his words, into his group.

After a polite 10-minute interregnum, Wilson made his way back to where Anneek was sitting in second class.

Idle chitchat with a sad-eyed lady. Until mention of the new album brought it out.

"What do you think of the album then, Anneek?"

"I think it's terrible."

"The album?"

"No, no, not the music, but what it is, don't you understand? He means these things, they're not just lyrics, they're not just songs, he means it."

"Means what?"

"When he says, 'I take the blame,' don't you understand? He does exactly that, he thinks everything is his fault, it's just all too real."

Wilson nodded. And thought nothing. She was in love, she took the music too seriously. She was Belgian, she took everything too seriously. It was just an LP. A great LP but not real, not life.

Wrong.

Totally fucking wrong.

Just wish in your soul to see

just whatever happens

With your decorum and then just fade away

I see you fade away, don't ever fade away

THE LIGHTS LOOK BRIGHT WHEN YOU REACH OUTSIDE TIME FOR ONE LAST RIDE BEFORE THE END OF IT ALL

AND SHE SCREAMED OUT KICKING ON HER SIDE AND SAID "I'VE LOST CONTROL" AND SEIZED UP ON THE FLOOR, I THOUGHT SHE'D DIE, SHE SAID "I'VE LOST CONTROL."

I TRAVELLED FAR AND WIDE THROUGH PRISONS OF THE CROSS WHAT DID YOU SEE THERE? THE POWER AND GLORY OF SIN WHAT DID YOU SEE THERE? THE BLOOD OF CHRIST ON THEIR SKINS I TRAVELLED FAR AND WIDE THROUGH MANY DIFFERENT TIMES

GOTTA FIND MY DESTINY, BEFORE IT GETS TOO LATE