Shall we get a beer?
But it’s 7 in the morning
Yeah but tomorrows boring and the corner shop’s near, 2017 is just another year, a poisoned liver is just another fear,
Two fifty, click click, cheers, cheers, clink, clink
Drink slips down and sits atop of a mixture ready to be pissed,
A liquid to be missed in the desert of tomorrows drought
We must look shifty out our heads at this time, here here, clink clink, cheers, cheers, drink, drink, echo of two mens footsteps sear, penetrate boys eardrums, reverberates round the humdrum
Let’s shed a tear son, because its me and you, its us and blues, moving through, its us and the black, moving forward, moving forward,
Where is there to go back?
Ewell silently dwindles like a dying fire with a shine as dead as an old copper, lost but not forgotten down the back of the sofa
At what cost?
A lot probably, but no need to tell me as the water which drowns the blue of your eyes tells all as it fights hard to extinguish the remnants of the wretched flames of a waste of time, waste of space, waste of place,
What are we gonna do?
I dunno about me, what about you?
Same with me too, look up at the moon, look down at our shoes stained by toes bloodied and blue from walking the streets in search for some truth
Truth’s a funny thing which doesn’t exist in a sentence,
Truth’s a thing claimed by lost souls trapped in pretence,
In actual fact its a thing which creeps up like this sun,
This sun made of the same flames as the tragedy been done,
Home now, here, here, clink, clink, cheers, cheers, drink, drink, tilt your chin up and I’ll do the same,
lets gulp down one last time to try and forget why we came,
To try and build up the courage to say,
To whisper, to scream, to let the world know our names,
Let’s shed a tear son,
because its me and you,
its us and blues,
its us and the black,
moving forward, moving forward,
No point going back