A Slow, Slow Death

(альбом: Sick Scenes - 2017)

We felt a chill from the breeze move in from the east, London pat its own back
Those with the means for the megaphone, will always provide us the soundtrack
I started to diarise the coming of flies when gloom is descending
So when it's back round again, I know it's a false start and not an ending
Some days I struggle to move in elephant shoes, unwilling commuter
Anxiety in my chest, heart under duress taps out of sharpshooter
Preoccupied now for days by nostalgia waves I hated the first time
A gambler's fallacy the more I repeat I won't be the punchline

You. On a lilo. Are an island. Of the pacific.
And then me, me, me. I am face down. In a puddle. On the high street

I got your initials inside a heart tattoo
We two in vermilion, we two a lovers' coup
I got your initials inside a heart tattoo
We two in vermilion, we two a lovers' coup
I know little but I promise:
There's a slow, slow death if you want it
If you want it

In time will I have to lie these memories are mine, not in fact my father's
A schoolboy hero replaced, domestic disgrace, a sad sack, a martyr
We here are common as dirt, 3 lions on our shirt, with high expectations
Absolve this land of a Queen who feasts while we wean a small hopeless nation

You. On a lilo. Are an island. Of the pacific.
And then me, me, me. I am face down. In a puddle. On the high street

I got your initials inside a heart tattoo
We two in vermilion, we two a lovers' coup
I got your initials inside a heart tattoo
We two in vermilion, we two a lovers' coup
I know little but I promise:
There's a slow, slow death if you want it
Yeah, I want it