Waiting for the 7.18
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
the Northern Line is the loudestSitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can I still kick a ball a hundred yards?Now we cling to bottles
and memories of the pastJust give me moments
not hours or days
Just give me moments
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
Let the sadness off those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and SudokuIf I could do it again I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild
blackberriesJust give me moments
not hours or days
Just give me momentsLet's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
