Meeting Friends at Night

You can cry but I'm not sorry

Brain as full as a bin lorry

Too far out to even seem near

I would rather die than be here

Quarry of my heart

Try to make a start

Role play at the field

What you feel is real

Pouring coffee from a car door

Rolling softly onto the floor

I can see the way it's flowing

I don't know which way I'm going

Coffee from a door

Watch it while it pours

Doesn't make a sound

Don't know if I'm around

A fly lands on the eyeball

Of a giant severed head of a pig

I did not want to urinate

But in the end that's what I did

Cover it in film

But do you have the will

To watch it while you wait

See life disintegrate

A cone sits on a lamp post of a

Giant light inside the square

I do not know where it has come from

I don't know who put it there

Keep it out of sight

Meet your friends at night

Do it 'cos you can

Then all pile in the van