Born on different sides of life

But we feel the same and feel all of this strife

So come to me when I'm asleep

And we'll cross the lines and dance upon the streets

And now I know what they're saying as the drums begin to fade

And we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades

Oh, turn around and I'll be there

Well there's a scar right through my heart but I'll bare it again

Oh, I thought we were the human race

But we were just another borderline case

And the stars reach down and tell us that there's always one escape

Oh, I don't know where love has gone

And in this troubled land desperation keeps us strong

Friday's child is full of soul

With nothing left to lose there's everything to go

And now I know what they're saying it's a terrible beauty we've made

So we make our love on wasteland and through the barricades

And now I know what they're saying as our hearts go to their graves

And we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades"



(Lyrics from "Through the Barricades" by Spandau Ballet... on hearing it, my mind came back to seeing this earlier in the week. A superb, evocative piece of work.)