And the bitter indifferent solitude scratched the veins of sixty-nine
and closed rank with barbed intensity, across the River Tyne,
'till the waters crept upon our shoes, and the colours ran so fast
and on the Tiger Stairs young heroes fought, with love on breaking glass.
Some were sleeping with security on the promises yet to come
and my father sat by the radio till another day was done.
On The Tigers Stairs....

And as the same four walls kept closing in the shots began to ring.
silent footsteps slowly walked the moon, while others walked to kill.
I swear the summer lasted all eternity, we searched and conquered it all
and by the Gardener's Arms, Nicolene held tight, as our bodies pressed the wall.
Commandoes, Heroes, armed and primed, just waiting to be heard
They said the Universe belonged to those who sacrificed the most.
And defending what was ours, we never yielded any ground,
and when Smokey taught us words of love, the Lost became the found.
On The Tigers Stairs....

And somewhere high above in the atmosphere the air was growing thin
and I cried one night when I realised, the difference of my skin.
And the lines across my fathers face, run deep and start within
surrendered many years ago by the timing of the winds.
So many fell down wishing wells submerged against the tides
and the voices that I hear at night is just a another ghostly lullaby
On The Tigers Stairs....