To the sound of sirens

There does come a point when you realise you're not in the middle of this anymore. King's Cross, oh, I don't know, whatever follows on. And now I'm here. And the cameras are lovely and we live but a street away, and that thing that may be God or guilt or the thing that says I'm human says to me "Live", because it's all there is. Life is broken. I love everyone. We only need to think about what we think. I'm broken.