Pet Shop Boys

By the cathedral into the sun
Pilgrims are singing their journey done
I look at my short life and think of all the champagne that I drink
With all the faces that I know
and how much further can one go?
And if I decide
To step aside
I will try to reply the feelings I hide
I look from my window down to the square
At workeers still queuing patiently there for market forces
To provide what history's so far denied for a different kind of fate
Than to labour long and always wait
And if I decide