Better Days

I see the ghosts of me and my friends run through these city streets

I see the friends that I have lost, running down close doors to gaffs that are imprinted in time, ones that somewhere out there still reverberate and rage

I see their faces and limbs ricochet and echo; over the stairs, smoking areas and the unwashed floors that brought me of age

I see the friends with which I will never dance with, hug or kiss again

Again, again, and again

I feel the echoes of love past, present and a beautiful and uncertain future. They hit me like a brick; cold, blunt and muted in their impact

And for a second I hold nostalgias hand, but then I let it go

I see the ghosts on these city streets

Somewhere out there they still reverberate and rage

I see the ghosts on these city streets

And for a second, I hold nostalgia’s hand

And as I watch all of my memories crystallise and trickle into tiny transparent shards moving in time, I see them all at once. Every memory that those parties left behind

I see a blur of us all on that roof we climbed and a hazy tide bouncing between every and any afters that we could find

So for a second, I’ll hold nostalgias hand. But then I let it go

Because there are always better days

There are always better days

There are always better days

And there are always better..

There are always better days x3

And there are always better..

There are always better days x3

And there are always better..

Become a joy that holds place

Fight the moment if hopes fade

And when it explodes in the night in a haze, hold onto this take, that there will always be better days

There are always better days x3

And there are always better..