We crossed our hearts and never hoped to lie
For the ghosts along The Castro were just walking by
We went back to scratch and had to start again
Like a ring of roses everyone was falling down
We made a miracle
We had to come up with a cunning plan
A time for quiet contemplation
Dying on the steps of City Hall
They turned on love and turned their backs
And left us to a sheer attack
And I'm not really pleased with that
And still it's not over