There's no comfort in a crowd. Solidarity's cowed. The panic bursts in bubbles above the heads of the crowd that are bowed. The train into the station it ballooned. Chris De Burgh he crooned. The peo

Let’s start in style, let’s dance for a while Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us stay young