Sure, I've been staying afloat
But it's like it all came and went
I've got to stop counting days - they're fucking adding up
But I love these things
Even if they're boxed, unheard
Rotting in my room
It's like I'm nervous or something
Just hold out
Should've held out months ago
And set fire to this house
Then suddenly
The crowd goes wild - we're in front of thousands
Like laying awake at eight years old
Eke out another few hours of the night before
It's lofty little man, but we'll get there somehow
"You're nearly there", "trust yourself"
Say something like that
The same records we've worn in
Can't possibly lose someone like this
They're gradually fading again
The crowd goes wild - we're in front of thousands
Like laying awake at eight years old
Eke out another few hours of the night before
Still trying to see at least a part of it through
This is dead
Proof that I'll wait for no one
The road is paved with
Former allies
Bodies strewn behind
Ere the vultures fly
This is dead
And it's proof that I'll wait for no one
The road is paved with
Former allies
Bodies strewn behind