Crash the gate, don't be late, the boys at The Mecca will not waitnIt's half past nine, the bus is on time and the coloured bulbs beckon to the shrinenOf the high-heeled place with the chewing gum face, of beer and hairspray and the thrill of the chase,nOutside, in the car park, desperate love-stuff in the darknnI hope tomorrow never comes, every moment should be like thisnI hope tomorrow never comes, I want to go in a blaze of blissnnMary for Paul on the concrete wall - write it large and no harm will befall this boy/girl dreamnBut a silent scream means all's not as perfect as it seemsnSmashed compact mirror means seven years of high-rise nothing and endless tearsnWashing lines, TV times, petty rows and petty crimesnnI hope tomorrow never comes - I need to crawl into a kissnSix months may be half a year, but it's forever when it's spent like this -nTied up trust…nnIt just leads to monstrous scenesnBedlam on the mezzaninenIt just leads to monstrous scenes -nBetter then, to sob in silence…n