Furnace Doors Video (MV)

I kiss your sunken eyes in a fragranced room
You never cried for me, won't cry for you
They say you called my name and if that's true
I couldn't say goodbye if I wanted to
The pit-dust stained your uncles' faces black
Each night you'd scrub the soot from your father's back
Underneath a threadbare Union flag
In fields of slag
You signed up for the King and packed your bags
From a troopship deck at the neck of the Red Sea
The Empire's dying breath swept you to me
Dancing at the Drill Hall jamboree
Drunken and free
I was pregnant at the altar aged sixteen
You gave them all you had, they wanted more
From Eden's blood-soaked sand to the factory floor
Sixty years of marriage and divorce
My heart's still yours
From my blue-eyed soldier boy to the hospice ward
From that drunken Drill Hall kiss to the furnace doors