You can pull away, like a doubting bride,
Hear the drummers beat, turning out the lights,
Britain will be empty, nobodies surprised,
Who would stay, to shoulder the blame?

How long must we wait?
For you to turn and look the other way,
How long does it take?
For the flood to hammer down the gates,

It’s easier to leave than get left behind

She was born a star, paid to perform,
Now at 39, can’t stand herself no more,
So there’s a million dancers all heading for the door,
All giving up, before taking the cup,

How long must we wait?
How long does it take?
Won’t you take the wine from the grape,
Test us but not let us break,

It’s easier to leave than get left behind.