Standing next to nothing

Waiting for the pain

Negative decisions

Burn like acid rain



Maybe I should move

Find a metal mac

Still all the time fighting

To hold the tears back



I know I should run

To escape this deadly weather

But I could never run

If we couldn't run together.

You've changed again I can't keep up but it ain't your hair or your ardent walk

It's your disused heart and your misused lines and your talking all the time

I don’t have the patience to wait for this world to turn I want off

Gonna watch what happens for a while from a mile high

Sick of doubt and misplaced anger leading me alone through danger

Watching weighing possibilities to where could I fit in with ease?

Nowhere seems as good as any, a room for me to sing to many

Or somewhere new where I could go, a place for me to lay low

Either way those faces fit and that’s why I must escape it

Warwick Avenue for Little Venice

This way for everything else

Madness and a little menace

Leaves our senses bent.


Now pick a number any number

Don’t tell me what it is

I’ll dig inside your mind to find

That number don’t exist

What I found far more profound

Something that I miss

Was clear as day behind your eyes

The night we shared a kiss.


No regrets or mental debts

In my house by the way

Leaving just one thing

Left for me to say.....

In and out of doors but still so sure

Filling  dancefloors you’re cool you’re pure

Facing collision with a new disposition and trying to maintain

That sometimes there is sun but mostly there is rain

Time is a not a concept I hear him creeping up. I turn I look him in the eyes and ask, “what’s up?”

“Nothing’s up I’m merely here and follow everyone but I’ve never followed anyone that’s like a loaded gun”

Peace and love are no reprieve with a heart upon your sleeve

Pull apart every stitch in time and lets weave

Now I’m king but still no queen I see her in my dreams

When I’m asleep she’s awake or so it seems

Words you see the notes will follow

Anticipate tomorrow

Never lend never borrow it only leads to being *******.

Bus stop and ***** shop suspicion makes you wanna

Start a good religion that everyone will folla

Scratch that I know nothing but the importance of feeling

Let the plan hatch that’s stirring then escape to leave them reeling

Feel so good didn’t know I could but enough about me

Lets celebrate the fact our eyes can see

Sure this road I woke upon does pierce the horizon

I bet though when I get there anticlimax is the poison

The nowhere groove down which I move presents itself in fact

It's a necessary evil with which I’ve made my pact

Suddenly, so long, release!

The wasted days and lonely weeks

Chances change we come of age and crash through an oasis

Places people just don't know

Scared and scolded as we go

This is this we’re meant to go

Deep inside I just don’t know

Rain it falls as twilight calls last orders on this game of old

Back to chances, only fear, your chances live and die right here.

It barely makes it bearable but bearable none the less

I only ever enjoyed you when we were in a mess

Needles on the draining board and dettol on your wrist

Meals before fainting slow empty bottles ******

Rolled up receipts to unroll

We're gonna need that dough

Amyl Nitrite. Woah!!

Orange stars and speckled doves

Tongues and lips and hands and legs and hips all pushing, grinding, grabbing trying to find a way inside you

Resonate when well oiled

Lucy was in the sky and I was in the palm of your hand, pixilated

Pipes, knives and bee hives for the honey in your tea

Crack on the pavement till we were like rag dolls

Bundles of flesh and bone with icky like indecision rummaging through drawers, ashtrays, pockets and old school bags to try to find something to keep the buzz alive and the birds at bay but more importantly to avoid sobriety with you

I think it's time to leave

I'll die for my love for you

But as for you my dear I'll see you next week when I pick up my things

Ordinary questions on an ordinary day deserve ordinary responses, yeah?

The conclusion

We promised we wouldn't say as the circumference of the world seems but a step away

Little red recluse and the feud you use like an excuse

To prove nothing

No ones looking no one sees the demise, the ease, the nonchalant shrug of the western ******

Exhail and ultimately fail everyone yet few say and continue to play their own way

Stay for a while and talk

Talk about whatever

Express your shame and sever

Bloodlines

Trying out for the team cos you wanna be someone

Driftwood

Smile like you mean it