Death of a Football Manager

The lady offered you out her hand You held court like a national hero Eleven men at your sole command But still one who would hide in your shadow Your arms flail as your body shakes The eyes cold like a Lancashire winter And though they said you were never great In my eyes, there was nobody greater In nine days love was torn apart Your lone voice had grown tired of waiting So if to die is the only art Your last work left an image so haunting Only an Only an act of love He said it's only an Only an act of love In clay fields one would hide his shame The catwalk turned a hero to ashes If you're from round here You know the pain Of lost love as the orchestra crashes down Had to look Had to see it all Your words hang as we wait for an answer Was it for love that you crossed the wall? Or was it grief at your own sense of failure Only an Only an act of love He said it's only an Only an act of love He said it's only an Only an act of love He said it's only an Only an act of love