It was 2004 if I'm not mistaken when the poison hit my lips and I haven't looked back since
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I had friends back then and a PMA to match
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We were young and out of touch with the things we'd grow to hate so much in time
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Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive
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We spent our days trying to speak to the girls who made us weak
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But now I'm aging badly and my friend's been laid to rest
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And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins
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To tell you the truth I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate the city
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I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me who I am
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In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
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And the places I've called home
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But in my head and in my mind they're all just places that I left behind
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Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
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Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town
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With less culture than Jeremy Kyle
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But it stole our hearts for a while
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And most weekends I found nothing but regret
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Between many a drunk girl's legs and in many a strangers bed.
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To tell you the truth I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate the city
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I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me who I am
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In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
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And the places I've called home
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But in my head and in my mind they're all just places that I left behind
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Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
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The ones who haven't died or started families
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Are all just working on building sites or battling with university fees
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And a girl I used to know made me a promise once
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I wonder if she kept it or if she even remembers it?
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In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
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And the places I've called home
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But in my head and in my mind they're all just places that I left behind
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Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
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Hunstanton Pier
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Deaf Havana |