Home Office

Now that everything's done

Now that you're meant to move on

Week ends and so does the dawn

Same beep - different tone

Now that you've eaten too fast

Traces of ghosts from the past

Good friends sign on the cast

Somethings weren't meant to last

It takes time, permits and troubled minds

It takes time to get back on track

Now that your best is all tried

Love lost and entry denied

Mum says it's alright to cry

Mum, she cries from inside

It takes time, permits and troubled minds

It takes time to get back on track

Now that you've dried up your tears

Made sure that everything's clear

Weepings that turn into cheers

Self-burnt stratosphere