Can you really Know what It would take to think of No-one and everyone The smell of fuel As you close your eyes And take that Leap of faith Get to the end and Like Bouazizi Set fire to yourself Give two cents for bleeding love Fan your Sunken misery Across your neighbour's door Give two cents for bleeding love, wrap Yourself In dull grey blankets as you lie On the cold floor Two cents for needing love, ah Bailing out when it's too late Flaring up to reveal your fate And what you've done Two cents for needy love, ah A leading light in the night Saving souls While you tap your way Through another day