I pursue a lifelong interest in inanimate objects I couldn't forget them even if I tried Round here a phone box is just another place from the rain Now this tree city can give way to you and me I'm walking aimlessly, treading lightly, blinded and too tired to see I pick up my pace to a run and go to where you're waiting for me I pace these streets and then I double back on myself These worst areas seem passed by no one else I swear i'm going, i'm just taking the long way home I give you time to think about how you'll atone this time I'm walking aimlessly, treading lightly, blinded and too tired to see I pick up my pace to a run and go to where you're waiting for me But in an alternate world i'm a prizefighter, i'm not obsolete, i'm a big drinker I'm everything you want me to be

It was fun for awhile but nothing's fun for long How long did it take you to get where you are And are you contented? How much of what you have said have you meant? Make your plea or state your case And be sure to commemorate yourself Everything now is a new tree Everything now is a brick wall Everything now is a park bench to me No tram rides, endless walks or time alone Townbound, tired out, some home Am I ever contented I'm sorry that I don't want to talk to you I'm sorry that I don't want to sing for you I'm sorry that I don't want to fuck or do anything Everything now is a new tree Everything now is a brick wall Everything now is a park bench to me Let's just sit a room apart in the dark Don't speak, just think, please

I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead Tube rides Bag of bones Empty bed Was it something to you that I said? Conversation ends and I never see you again Is there something to me you can lend.. Your time.. 5 minutes Nothing more Do you still worry for your brothers ways The endless days he spends numbing himself in halfway homes And living off of a lack of hope I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead Sometimes pheromones turn your head in ways that you can hardly bear Not that i'd know Not that you'd care Do you still worry for your brothers ways The endless days he spends numbing himself in halfway homes And living off of a lack of hope I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead Tube rides Bag of bones Empty bed

There are too many soleless shoes on this stretch to care even for a second for the Marble Arch Another day here with aching limbs and seeking solace in the walls of a familiar fane Train tracks and the streets that I hoped would be home That now, i'll never know Press our hands to glass to see how we've grown In freedom streets we meet the people that we're led to loath Love aborted and mind contorted You're free to be put in a cage wherever you go Hopes stacked by the fact that I lack the need to go to Train tracks and the streets that I hoped would be home That now, i'll never know

Did you wait for Winters calling to cut off your hair again A new way to show your face and lose another friend A practise that you've always lived by, swear it to your grave Take back any keepsakes and truth that you ever gave Because you've seen a better place in a magazine It has to be a city or two from here Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind And the day to day of dead end life Make amends with friends soon long left behind Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie Soon you'll come to realise that all cityscapes must change Sit inside complain, campaign about the new eyesore estate Think back to easy Summers Do you even recall what was there before? Because you've seen a better place in a magazine It has to be a city or two from here Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind And the day to day of dead end life Make amends with friends soon long left behind Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie It never took you too long from leaving to make your back home Surrounded by everything that you always thought you didn't want to know If only you could take from this that happiness isn't always sown in seeds away from home Because you've seen a better place in a magazine It has to be a city or two from here Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind And the day to day of dead end life Make amends with friends soon long left behind Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie

I'm feeling the same old way of freezing indoors on Summer days For once thankful for the lack of AC I'm rejecting sedation I've got static in my ears and waves in my head I'm forging the same old haze of sleeping limbless, forever faint Always drifting in and out of other's ways I'm rejecting sedation I've got little for my years but can't sleep through instead Lighter flints in springs made fireworks in city streets back then I think of notebook burning, ridding myself of former days In turn forgetting everything that i've seen When the static sounds louder than the conversation, well, then it's time to go home Lighter flints in springs made fireworks in city streets back then

You and your sister, my two friend and I We went down to the fields to see what we could find And as always there was so very little there So we made ourselves a fire and laid our selves bare We confessed to each other all the rights to our wrongs Spoke of old movies and our favourite songs It occurred to us that things would be this way again But that was fine with me 'cos I know that all good things must end Then there was silence and a whisper Then a kiss to the forehead Confessions through a gesture That you wanted to start again with me There with the lights out It reminds me of what's keeping me here We laid there with the screen glow Bare-legged and too young to know what to do Then there was silence and a whisper Then a kiss to the forehead Confessions through a gesture That you wanted to start again with me

Last gasp of sun and two swans fighting I drag my feet to sit and sway To see birds leaving and three dears dying I could be doing this anywhere Our old road was never resurfaced The neighbours aren't around But new ones were found The tree was poisoned, estates arisen Rural dream then Terminal nightmare now Ask me what's wrong I promise to bore you all night Ask me what's wrong And we won't meet past tonight We could re-meet in a new town Let's be endless expats, place to place Just for a few days at a time, love Long enough for you to forget my face Our old road was never resurfaced The neighbours aren't around But new ones were found The tree was poisoned, estates arisen Rural dream then Terminal nightmare now I'd like to think I've learnt my lesson and that i've loved I'd like to think that i'll live to be enough That I wasn't a waste of breath Our old road was never resurfaced The neighbours aren't around But new ones were found The tree was poisoned, estates arisen Rural dream then Terminal nightmare now

I hope you're sure He's armed to the teeth with things that he knows will get to you You say you're ready to choose I hope you're feeling brave He's pulling the tricks that you know so well But fell for anyway You say you're ready to move I really hope you're safe "I care for you in a way that would cause a stir if word got out We've both got too much to lose But what's the point in denying yourself of what I have to say to you" I hope you're okay You say you're doing fine But will one more endless night of empty bottles in spite of promises made and sealed in love be enough to make you mine

Tiny Hands, i'm tired, you're bored and unaware Funds scraping, you're clueless, I care Split lip from dancing in the bath Don't worry, Tiny Hands, I wouldn't dare Maybe i'll take the promotion Maybe i'll learn to drive Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers Maybe i'll live to lie Tiny Hands, i'm trying You're tall and fair Forget scraping we're clueless, we care Endless bottles of out-of-date medicine Don't worry, Tiny Hands, but I think I dare Maybe i'll take the promotion Maybe i'll learn to drive Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers Maybe i'll live to lie A temper ignites through fiendish genes I'm struggling to understand what it means To be young and have hand marks pressed into fresh flesh Maybe i'll take the promotion Maybe i'll learn to drive Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers Maybe i'll live to lie

Them so-called loving arms surround your centre You're ready to slip away Four years ago with every move your friends waited on you I came to know more than just your name And now your body too Former sovereign sister cry to an Electro-Shock Blues lie You know you really had a hold on me for so long But for now I think i'm knowing that I'm still a slave to Plain black tees Adi-Ease And the Pepsi-Cola Company The catholic school you went to remembers you for who you are I light touch and never too much to be redeemed in your eyes I came to loath more than just your faith And now you'll be sorry too Former sovereign sister cry to an Electro-Shock Blues lie You know you really had a hold on me for so long But for now I think i'm knowing that I'm still a slave to: Plain black tees Adi-Ease And the Pepsi-Cola Company (I told you, I warned you that I wouldn't always be around, I told you, I warned you, so tell me how you can be surprised when I can't be found?)

I took 3 projector slides from your next of kin Out of the house to be a new beginning Now i'm left with thoughts of Jasper Park and a copyright warning Places hold a different meaning and I take what I can find The Great Northern on the barely-there James Street And an emblem reminiscent of 3 years i've left behind Two weeks would pass me by I wouldn't realise when I had you in tow Now you've left us 2 to sleep and sing I'm just here with thoughts of Trans-Globe and the Bromyard Buildings Last night's hanging on in Sunday morning streets and I can't find a single hue in the eyes of belief It's hard to tell among the walking dead if the church bells ring for me

I thought of apple trees in my five year old stomach With my eyes tired and body weak-willed i'm here I've been exhausted from living up to your expectations And now I know that I could still take you home I got a phone call from you at 2AM Saying that you were lost in an industrial estate I'd grown so tired of living up to your expectations And then I knew that I would never take you home You left for good in silence, at least I thought And later I told myself I wouldn't write of you again I've been exhausted from being the subject of your disappointment And now I know that I will never see you home