1. GOOD TO BE HERE
good to be here turning off the background noise
good to be still in spite of all my minds
called them out brought them down and made them dance for us far more than once
we believe in being born but don’t believe in very much past that
when it breaks down i’d like to be the one who wins
picking up stones we’d skim them side by side
and you were nice i tried my best to be as nice as you but never was
they say the way that luck turns its back on one feels like an avalanche
knock em down
2. THIN FOG
look alive kind friend
it’s true its always getting close
darkness in the day
i see it’s cold outside
and i’m told it’s growing brave - getting worse
but spring it always wins
hopes, dreams, vanity
shouldn’t matter to me but they do
so play this when i’m gone
i got this song sewn up i dedicate to nothing
cos nothing’s really all i’ve understood
don’t call in sick no, quit your job and build more
it's not as if you know or owe them any care
thin fog on the thames
seeing kind of through
sides of sparkling light
the whole scene untrue
rotten slice of luck
being so entwined
with everything you're told to be
fruit falls from vine
as a tide retreats
so does time repeat
like a game
you win some then lose
i got this song sewn up i dedicate to nothing
cos nothing’s really all i’ve understood
don’t call in sick no, just quit your job and build more
you’re the one as an obelisk with a crucifix stapled on top
thin fog on the thames
seeing kind of through
sides of sparkling light
the whole scene untrue
3. IT MAY HAVE BEEN
it may have been the way i was afraid i’d never see you again
that made me lean in so close
it's been a long while now since we've seen your smile
the days - they come and go
what's the worth of all this working out of simple songs
soon gone - lost within the haze
they say it's in the cloud banks to break and fall like that
In the end it fell in the end it’s nothing at all
4. TO LIVE LIFE
to stand in the pounding confusion of win
to live life like you do
to live life like this
calling all the mystics, all the witches dancing naked round the coin
the buildings are teeth now and our skin browning in the sun
a little more than something but only slightly - no one’s ever said life’s fair