It started with a bang, smoke spilled out of the door And sparks skipped across the pavement The clouds nodded overhead like worried hands Fidgeting with their knuckles And twisting a wedding band Small beads of sweat trickled down the gutters and the drains As we made our way to the safety of the car Through the rush hour traffic we weaved And we turned down a backstreet and ditched our coats And the strays are out now, they can tell that something's up Maybe in their half tails or crooked paws The wind changes, the pressure eases And the nosebleeds set in to the early evening We pause, we talk, we plan We make the best of what we can And I hold you tighter than ever before And your hair smells like roman candles And your eyes were like two Catherine wheels Just spinning, spinning, spinning
You don't have to be mad to live here You don't have to worry You don't have to do anything you don't want to There are millions of people out there Fucking, fighting, eating and sleeping And we are not one of them Oh no, we are the fly in the ointment The hair in the food The snag, the catch, the conundrum And can you smell it now The heat, the stone, the steel, the glass? Twisting the opinions, the words, the figures and the facts
Compositores: Eoin George Loveless, Rory Francis Loveless, Robert William Graham (Robert Graham) ECAD: Obra #18907857