Текст песни Death of a Football Manager - Little Cub

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