Alone in between the right and the wrongs,
Left, alone in this place of darkness and stone,
Below, I belong with the other things left undone,
Unravelled ingenuity becomes,
Anonymous animosity,
Misogynous monstrosity,
Disingenuous duopoly,
Synonymous, settling finally, with simple simplicity,
Not original nor profound,
There’s already been every sound,
Footprints on supposed unhallowed ground,
And yet we still dig down,
Down, down into the depths to find,
The simple thing that is only mine,
Simple thing,
Simple things are not what they seem,
Easy to say, but hard to mean,
Simple things are only so in dreams,
And probably already passim,
It is really nothing, in fact dead,
Everything worth saying has already been said,
And repeated again and again,
And again we try to abstain,
Refrain from replacing by accident,
Disdain and heckler’s haughty contempt,
You were there,
You were where I did not dare,
Unprepared for the lies and despair,
Unaware of the incompatible compared,
The undemanding and the complicated,
Down in the dark I stand illuminated,
Concentrated, concentrated and fully fabricated,
Automated someone manufactured whilst isolated,
Looking for the simple thing to make it all make sense,
Become alone and lost in a fog of thoughts too dense,
Why do you never drive me far?
Because you’re really not my friends,
So do I either throw caution out the car?
Or do I drive you round the bend?

Easily led,
Pulling the threads,
Creating a nothing from that things that you’ve said,
Pretty dress,
I can’t confess,
My miserable mistresses making more mess,
Rattle empty heads,
The living look dead,
I take your vacant expression and I do thee wed,
One day you’ll see me in a magazine,
Still unclean if you know what I mean,
It’s all a lie so why question why?
The real truth would make you want to die,
Don’t know why I still want to try,
Don’t care at all and this is goodbye,
Hang up the phone,
Now I’m all alone,
****** black blue,
You’re just confused,
My head is cracked with our wires are fused,
I want to live a lie in a life without you,
But don’t know how, now what I should I do,
One day you’ll see me in the unseen,
Pumped with gasoline that they call the vaccine,
It’s all a lie so why question why?
Proof you want to die,
Truth is the lie,
Get out the car,
Home’s not too far,
So nearly there but somehow I’m in a bar,
Convulsing religiously with this holy disease,
Being besieged behind lock and keys,
One day you’ll see me in a diazepam dream,
Quitting the scene with quitiapine,
It’s all a lie so why question why?
The truth is real and I want to die,
Don’t know why I but I think I can try,
Don’t care at all and this is goodbye

I don’t know what you think you’ll find,
Open your eyes but close your mind,
What a waste to taste how it feels,
But not eat anything real,
Everything is so rotten and so stale,
Living in a world of lullabies and fairy tales

Darkness erupts from inside,
The light helps it to hide,
Teardrops can’t be cut by knives,
Just an affirmation of being alive,
You’re so cold and so pale,
Living in a world of nightmares and fairy tales

Always something to think about,
Sinking deeper and no way out,
A requisite that just feels so wrong,
A puppet show and I don’t belong,
I blow the wind and you set sail,
Living a world of fantasy and fairy tales

I see the beauty, I feel the pain,
The cold of the sun, the heat of the rain,
The pound of my words and my words in the thunder,
Is what I have all in my head?
I wander, I wonder, ponder all asunder,
What I’ve said, paths misled,
A dream that I can break and fail and try again,
Or a world of fairy tales and make pretend

Sell me the secret to be stuck like you,
Tell me to forget and stick like glue,
You don’t see but you’re content,
I opened my eyes and I resent,
Knocking holes in roadblocks and opening Pandora’s Box,
Reset the clocks and the safety rails,
Bring back the world that’s a fairy tale

A puppet show and I don’t belong,
I blow the wind and you set the sail,
Living in a world of fantasy and fairy tales

I’m not ready for the curtain call,
I’m not ready for the curtain to fall

You’re ready to go,
I’m not ready to let you,
So, I’m holding on to something I don’t know,
Might be wrong but I don’t know what else to do

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies

You’re ready to go it alone,
I’m not ready to let you,
Stone, I wish we were made of stone and bone,
My living dead interlude that never moves

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies

You danced naked,
In a front of a crowd of empty faces,
Wild and wasted,
But you danced,
And they faded,
You are who you want,
You are who you want us to want you to be,
But now you’re leaving me,
And I’m not ready,
I’m not ready for the curtain call,
I’m not ready for the curtain to fall

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies
I wish I could have been your antibodies, but I can’t and I’m so sorry

Tired kid lets the old paranoia sink in,
I hear your worried words so loud,
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I want it all to stop now but I don’t know how,
New phantom thoughts just don’t know what they’re thinking,
But you still try and you say that you’re proud,
You can say it today but,
From now on that word’s not allowed,
Looking at nothing all night,
Nothing in nowhere and there’s no getting out,
I’m alright, I’m alright,
I’m alright without knowing what it’s all about,
Open up the cupboard doors again,
Got to swallow all my friends then,
Maybe I pretend I haven’t got any,
Left twenty-two years too many,
No I don’t want any birthday cake,
The man on the moon made a mistake,
He can’t take all the steps now he just wants to leap,
Into empty space and I’m trying to sleep,
Boy on the moon with the world at his feet,
With a whole lot of nothing still in-between,
Close your eyes and hold your breath,
Push off the end into quietude in death,
You gave it your best,
I have nothing left,
Stuck in-between, you don’t know what that means,
You’re not where I’ve been,
You’ve not seen what I’ve seen,
I’m not complaining,
No I’m not complaining,
Because it don’t change a **** thing,
About anything

The ground is cold and hard,
And the times are much the same,
We’ve come from afar,
Now I’m tired of this game

I’ve lost so much on the way,
To carry on seems unfair,
Why should I go back to stay,
When you’re no longer there?

But, when the times are getting dire,
And the light begins to fade,
My legs begin to tire,
And my debts have all be paid,
It’s getting hard to see,
And you’re getting hard to find,
Come lay down beside me,
Come fix my broken mind
Beside the dying fire

The light licks at my eyes,
The embers rise up high,
Is that you in disguise?
Or do the shadows whisper lies?

I know how far I’ve gone,
I know how far I want to go,
I know now that I’m done,
But I wanted you to know

That when the times are getting dire,
And the light begins to fade,
My legs begin to tire,
My debts have all be paid,
It’s getting hard to see,
And you’re getting hard to find,
Come lay beside me,
Come fix my broken mind.
Beside the dying fire

Embrace the heat at last,
Forget all that has been,
To wish away the past,
And erase all that I’ve seen.

I’m ready to watch the dance,
To feel free from all the blame,
I’m ready to see you glance,
See you stare back from the flame
Beside the dying fire

Now that the times have gotten dire,
And the light begins to fade,
You’re getting hard to see
And I’m getting hard to find

My legs begin to tire,
My debts have all be paid
Come lay beside me,
Come fix my broken mind.
Beside my dying fire.

There’s an young man sleeping rough close to my home,
He cups his hands up to me, begging just for 20p,
So he can call a girl that he used to know,
But it means nothing to me,
He’s cold and starving, I told him to let her go,
He said no, and I said no.

I always see him singing, of his love and how he won’t give up her,
Even if she’s left him out at sea,
He’s lost his lover, but it means nothing to me.

There’s a young man walking on his way to work alone,
Hands in his pockets, playing with a 20p,
That he needs for nothing, don’t you see,
That that means something to me,
I say I need my baby, I want to tell her I need to come back home,
But he said no.

I can’t stop singing; I’m fed and kept warm by this love of hers,
Even if she’s left me shipwrecked and out at sea,
I’ve not lost my love, not really, and that means something to me.

I walk to work, same way I always do,
I go past where you should be laying, but there’s just an empty cup,
A tattered sign where you should be, saying, ‘I’ve not given up’,
And that means something to me,
I’m so **** sorry, I don’t know if you ever got back home,
I hope so.

A few years later there’s a man waiting on the cliffs of Dover,
Just looking out to sea,
He says he’s lost his lover, and he needs to search where she left me,
But it means nothing to me.
He’s old and shaking, I told him to go back home,
He said no.

He starts crying into a worn out handkerchief,
He walks over to me, begging just for 20p,
And that means something to me.

The young man I once knew, looking for his lover,
Had grown grey all alone, always waiting for that 20p,
For the telescope to find the girl he used to know,
Never gave up hope, but did not know where to go,
And that meant everything to me,
I’m so **** sorry, for not helping you back to land,
I put one hundred 20p’s into his hand.

One hundred 20p’s into the machine later, and finds nothing,
I walk on over to him, give him my last 20p,
And he looks one last time out to sea.
The old man thanks me, for helping after all,
We walk away together, and suddenly there’s a call,
It’s the girl he used to know,
Shouting his name from a boat fighting the tides relentless pull,
She screams I’m so **** sorry, she’s searched the seven seas,
It means everything to me,
To see him get back home.
And I go.
But I’ve not got 20p to get back home.
But that means nothing to me.