Boxers
(morrissey/whyte)
losing in front of your home crowd
you wish the ground
would open up and take you down
and will time never pass?
will time never pass, for us?
your weary wife is walking away
your nephew is true, well he thinks
the world of you
and i have to close my eyes
losing in front of your home town
the crowd call your name
they love, all the same
the sound, the smell and the spray
you will take them all away
and they'll stay 'til the grave
losing in your home town
hell is the bell that will not
ring again
but you will return one day
because of all the things
that you see
when your eyes close