Some mornings I pray for evening. For the day to be done. And some summer days I hide away. And wait for rain to come. . 'Cause it turns out hell will not be found.
Oh the birds are ringing in. The opening act of spring. And I have fallen down and I'm so much worse than I have ever been. Oh the season's acting strange.
We had a difficult winter. We had rough few months. When the storms came in off the coast. It felt like they broke everything on us at once. . It's easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit.
By the waters of the Thames. I resolve to start again. To wash my feet and cleanse my sins. To lose my cobwebs on the wind. To fix the parts of me I broke.
God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
Oh it's payday, yes it's payday. I got my pay cheque from the man. There's not so many jobs that I can get these days. With these marks all over my hands.