“Congratulations and I'm sorry for your loss And the sea of complications that you just can't seem to cross” I tell him that he's kind and that I needn't plague his thoughts I ask him what is mine and what I needed to be taught He smokes a tired rollup whilst she hoovers round his feet He tells her she should grow up but he'd really like to keep A hold of Comfort and nostalgia, melody and beat Comfort and nostalgia and something he can repeat I learned today whilst waiting for the night-time to arrive It's one thing to start the motor It's another thing to drive And even harder going if you let go of the wheel And even harder going if staying is all you feel Tuesday Morning, 6AM, I'm slipping out of sync The screen is blurred by bloodshot and the music needs a drink And the banners and the shouting only left me wanting more And if I give it time then it gets easy to ignore And to ignore is to escape And to escape must be to live And when the cockerel cries it will be me you will forgive I wish that I was sacred I wish that I was right I wish I had the strength to keep my consciousness at night Circumstance is selfless, and I am selfish too And I would go for one last swim if I had less to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
