Your Fire Has Gone Out

You hang around in wight

Wearing California

But in the hotel bar

Painted sailors drown

Your ships are going down

Out of time

On the tide

In the brine

The years are running through you

Unravelling here, like twine

No-one wants to hear you

You're not getting old

You're just getting bored

You're not getting old

You're just getting bored

You're not getting old

You're just getting bored

You're not getting old

You're just getting bored

Your fire has gone out

Your fire has gone out

Your fire has gone out

Your fire has gone out

Red sky kisses yellow crop

In a concrete hinterland

Everyone is monitor twitchy

Lonely architecture

The crows swoop over the shopcentre

Silver scales

Of the fishes in your mind

Twist down into black water

Besides this, is there anything else

We can do for you today?

Come back, we miss you

We won't be here forever

I'm sorry

I'm outside by a tree

And need taking home

I'm hammered

Been to Luxembourg

Romania

New york

You were not enamoured

Like a basket of broken dolls

Fuck bruises on skinny arms

You smiled

They had separate homes

But had dinner and drank together

On a daily basis

You always want to put the top back on

Too quick

Too quick

Like sausage and chips

In some German town

Blister packs

Empty bottles

It's in the rack

Look there, in the rack

On the same old line

With the same old stops

At the same old time

At the same old time

At the same old time