I took a drive tonight, I drove past all the houses of the friends I had in school, and it was sad, 12 years of hard learnt lessons in an hour seems so cruel, It took an awful lot of courage, but I smiled on my way back, One big housing estate, one thousand cul-de-sacs. I’m not the sort of person to get impatient, when needlessly delayed by the traffic lights. On such a frosty evening, you take it steady, Cause to go like that would just be trite, Faulty speakers kill the lower frequencies, Reminds me of the tape deck that we tampered with that night, But today the photos fade like my affinity, And the songs that last the longest mean the least. So here’s a doll, and here’s a map, please point to where she touched you, Point to where I touched you and then where you want to go, Cause there’s petrol in the car, and I’m in that sort of mood, It’s a chance to relearn all those stupid songs we used to know. Like the one about the two old friends who end up going off to war, A broken hi-fi spewing tired analogies, and nothing more. Some old song comes on the radio, a song that’s kitsch and meaningless that everybody knows, (so between you and me this means nothing).Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
