Went back home where a house was built
where love was made and blood was spilled
loaded my things into the car
unloaded my mind at the bar
I turned on the radio and heard the news
unbalanced opinions all singing the blues
a man died today as they always do
so I turned off the radio and thought of you
A phone call in the morning
on a plane back home that day
Polaroid’s of Paris
a funeral in the UK
The Tunisian man who comforted me
I hoped he became a revolutionary
he said:
'I am not bitter, because I have a purpose
but my hate could be caged and trained at the circus'
and regrets come thick and fast
in the queue they push past
over your shoulder pianos get louder
and memories weren’t made to last
So you learn to cherish moments
of minimal appeal
where only the lonely know me
that’s just the way it is
and you did not think he would be right this time
look me in the eye
I saved a place for you
in the taxi rank queue
behind Surbiton station
where the drivers treat you better than I do
and I watched you fall from view
as you said you would do
behind Surbiton station
where the drivers treat you better than I do
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