Climbing Boots

Took a photograph

Of you standing in front of the view

In the wilderness

I found a getaway in you

From the high rise cranes

And underground trains

Plastic bags

And video games

Blue light screens

And the powder brains

The thought of World war three

None of that matters

When I’m sitting by the fire getting drunk with you

They can keep fighting while we dance in climbing boots

Nothing's important

So babe am I pouring one shot or two

They can keep lying while we dance in climbing boots

There’s a photograph

Of my Parents from 93

When I look at that

I wonder if they felt like me

Like it’s all too much

And the planet’s fucked

Private jets

And paper cups

Interest rates

And Facebook mums

The latest headline news

None of that matters

When I’m sitting by the fire getting drunk with you

They can keep fighting while we dance in climbing boots

Nothing's important

So babe am I pouring one shot or two

They can keep lying while we dance in climbing boots

Nicotine

Sertraline

Suits and ties

Kleptocracies

Services cuts

Cyber trucks

Who's God do I believe?

None of that matters

When I’m sitting by the fire getting drunk with you

They can keep fighting while we dance in climbing boots

Nothing's important

So babe am I pouring one shot or two

They can keep lying while we dance in climbing boots