Boxing Night

(альбом: State Hospital - 2012)

It's Boxing Night
I celebrate in style
Boxer shorts and spirits floor littered with ghosts of bottles past

There's a naked hush
Hold only a breath and a pulse
Of a heart that was kicking as though it is desperate to be born

And I'm hostage blind
Deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to it's timber tonight and I'd barely blink an eye

Well the clock just stopped
You can cut that into my headstone
Won't something move so I stop staring a hole into the phone?

You can get me at home
With a drink to ill health
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
On Boxing Day

This is Boxing Night
And someone lost an eye
Well I swear I've lost the last drop of whatever kept me awake alive

Well I fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook
To a blushed and swollen face
And in a single blow it's murdered and then it takes years to waste away

I can't call you all mine anymore
Oh I can't call you fullstop
But you know you can call me up
Any time call me
Whatever the fuck you want

You can get me at home
With a drink to ill health
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
You can get me at home
With a drink to ill health
Just me and these walls
And my beaten up chair
On Boxing Day