Behind the iron gates 
The shifts were worked in silence 
Each weekend beckoned like 
Ulysses' Sirens 
And as the words were few 
We'd listen to the radio 
It was loud and irritated me so 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
Like my favourite pop song 
These promises 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 tomorrows 
But the money goes and the time goes too 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
Like my favourite pop song 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
Like the stars above you 
Like my favourite pop song 
Favourite pop song 
Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue 
We squander these gifts 
Like another 
Sunday supplement 
They're just so much cash 
In the hands of the government 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
I'll tell you 
I love you 
Like my favourite pop song 
Favourite pop song