You hang around in wight Wearing california But in the hotel bar
Painted sailors drown Your ships are going down
Out of time On the tide In the brine The years are running through you Unravelling here, like twine No-one wants to hear you
You’re not getting old You’re just getting bored
Your fire has gone out Your fire has gone out Your fire has gone out Your fire has gone out
Red sky kisses yellow crop In a concrete hinterland Everyone is monitor twitchy Lonely architecture The crows swoop over the shopcentre Silver scales Of the fishes in your mind Twist down into black water Besides this is there anything else We can do for you today? Come back, we miss you We won't be here forever I’m sorry I’m outside by a tree And need taking home I’m hammered Been to luxembourg Romania New york You were not enamored Like a basket of broken dolls Fuck bruises on skinny arms You smiled They had separate homes But had dinner and drank together On a daily basis You always want to put the top back on Too quick Too quick Like sausage and chips In some german town Blister packs Empty bottles It’s in the rack Look there, in the rack
On the same old line With the same old stops At the same old time At the same old time At the same old time
