Stevie said now don&#39;t look round they&#39;re watching us<br />Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club<br />And the grey eyes, the storm that I&#39;ve come to know and wish for<br />Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.<br />We walked the streets of our town just talking<br />And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks<br />Just when your life is stale and there&#39;s reason there for everything<br />Something comes to kick you up inside <br />Eleven sweet years and no nearer home<br />A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone<br />Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness<br />Trying not to look down<br />No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes<br />Twisted up and turning in my bed alone<br />And separation pains like a blunted amputation<br />Pushing endless coins in the telephone <br /><b>Eleven</b> sweet years and no nearer home<br />A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone<br />Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness<br />Trying not to look down<br />So rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you<br />And tell me everything you&#39;ve ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .<br />Forever running even when we are standing still<br />Driven on and fired up as the <b>whirlwinds</b><br /><br /><br />From Eleven Years by new Model Army<br />