It's fine that Hanoi wasn't right for you
To Thailand and Brisbane would happiness ensue
A volatile Parisian lost in streets unknown
Tired of communications lacking drone

You could be so caring
You could be so good to me

In racing out of youth you changed your path
Of which mine was never going to be the same
Northern towns and life on landings
Squander everything you're handed
Belated midnight phone calls and a bike now in decline

Now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves
Or the rumoured riverside pillbox home
A new lover soon came and sooner left you
Ma cries "it'll all be fine"
And you reply "that never has been true"

I'm tired of questioning your motives
Just as you couldn't decide who you'd end up with
You're out to disappoint and set on despair
Your legs are numb, your love's dead, you'll never care

You were once so caring
You were once so good to me

Where will you be sleeping soon
Turn up your collar and in a change of mood your love for love turns on it's side
On your knees you search but you can't find it
A busted lip and now part blinded
Another fight that ended up with you on the street alone

Now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves
Or the rumoured riverside pillbox home
A new lover soon came and sooner left you
Ma cries "it'll all be fine"
And you reply "that never has been true"

Riddled deep with misconceptions
Cut yourself, shrug off infection
Bloodied sheets for someone else to clean
You left a stack of records, books, toy soldiers
And the good advice that people told you about being a fool and running wild

But now life's hardly skateparks and friends in droves
Or pissing in the rumoured riverside pillbox home
A new lover soon came and sooner left you
Ma cried "it'll all be fine"
And you reply "that never has been true"