Do you remember when we used to be ghosts the city was one of those we were scared of the most The voyage in, the voyage out we go the people were some of those we were bored of the most Here comes the sun it's made of solid gold wrong way driving slowly I am as good as old and that's all that I don't know Across the places where we used to die and then had coke and fries each week once or twice We take our bikes and leave a white outline I just hold your hair and you are holding mine Alotment garden on the edge of the fucking world wrong way driving slowly I am as good as old and that's all that I don't know I am as good as dead and that's all that I don't know