Larks (Love Is a Battlefield)

We were holding hands as the scooter lady tried to mow us down Wearing nothing but a Brexit flag, shopping bags and a frown As the seagulls in her wake let out ear splitting roars I could almost hear a lark I could smell your perfume above the diesel fumes in the bay As we scrawled on the sea walls with fossils our names As the jet skis drowned out the sound of the lapping waves I could almost hear a lark Undressed you in my mind as I caught our reflection for the first time in miles In a shop window that had been closed for a while When a drunk with a leather face screamed it was my fault But I could almost hear a lark We felt the sun our face as we watched the well-cut, bell bottomed, tattooed mothers ignore The half-cut, fat bottomed, tattooed, mother others next door But all their children laughed together as they ate dirty sand I could almost hear a lark We're Young, we felt so young