genre: Indie rock
It must be your gallows humour, lady, that I’m drawn to.
When everybody’s drowning and we’re all sinking
That’s when I feel closer to you.
There’s the doers and the moaners and they’re all victims,
Cos that’s what this does to you.
The supermarket’s bare but in my heart
There’s a whole lot of offers for you.
There were cold west winds but we were happy.
But now I fear what we might have to do.
Everything is short term but we are longer
And I won’t run out on you.
Now every morning I wake up early
With a fever just for you.
It’s the gallows humour that keeps me sane
In a world where I don’t know what to do..