Lyrics
I've turned outside in
once over
and twice removed
I've a short list
of friends I can
walk over to
I've got crows feet now
that take me back
to our smoky rooms
and if you're reading this
I think you might
have been there to
Twenty through to twenty three
for all its drying tears and misery
has a pedestal in my memory
is the only time, that I can think,
I listened to every word was said
and laid to rest a man who's dead
with you vagabonds and heretics
I passed the time and broke the bread
I've gone A-wall
MIA
and a world away
But I've taken everything
from those living rooms
where you let me stay
Those outposts
that towered high
around the bay
The dirty floors
and burned couches
where I lay
Twenty through to twenty-three
for all its drying tears and misery
has a pedestal in my memory
is the only time, that I can think,
I said so much I dare not say
I saw colour in the black and gray
with you vagrants and you cast aside
I passed the nights into breaking day
I can't see you
but I know you're there
and if I might never see you again
Then I'll take this chance and opportunity:
thanks for the placebo PCPs
Long walks on unlit streets
The things I could not see
that now tangle in with me
