Without you i am said,
to be sat in the wet,
cracked rib and broken heart,
corperate themes and her magisty the queen,
seem so close,
yet you are so far,
with nothing to sing and play to,
iv the other lads and you,
our music, it has a firm place in my heart,
the word has hit the shit streets all about,
your decision was but a smack to the mouth,
to me who laughs and jokes around,
i too can hide a gloomy dim frown.
I was sorry
She was dressed to depress
Her colours wer duller
Than this chemical mess
She cried onto rough surfaced floors
And laughed all in one
Feelings caught up with her
There was no where to run
Voice like hundreds of broken records
Sometimes life, it jitters and jumps
Like her fast, open beat
Too loud for this unhygenic slum
I was sorry
She was dressed to depress
Her colours wer duller
Than this chemical mess
She cried onto rough surfaced floors
And laughed all in one
Feelings caught up with her
There was no where to run
Voice like hundreds of broken records
Sometimes life, it jitters and jumps
Like her fast, open beat
Too loud for this unhygenic slum
Without you i am said,
to be sat in the wet,
cracked rib and broken heart,
corperate themes and her magisty the queen,
seem so close,
yet you are so far,
with nothing to sing and play to,
iv the other lads and you,
our music, it has a firm place in my heart,
the word has hit the shit streets all about,
your decision was but a smack to the mouth,
to me who laughs and jokes around,
i too can hide a gloomy dim frown.