Bad Place For A Good Time

Cold white sky like milk this morning
 Sirens flash like Christmas lights
 Behind every window someone's alive
 My eyes are too sore though the days are too bright
 The wall is too tall to sit on without swaying
 The day is too new to be over for ages
 All over this city people are hungry
 For things that they don't know the names of
 It's all just bricks and lights and bodies
 Muscles twitching, head snap back the glitches
 All these pretty pictures, there must be more to life then pixels
 Life has her hands on her pistol
 She swears she'll not be ours again
 Life will keep her lonely vigil
 Slow to start but fast to end we
 Sit and itch our cuts and scratches
 Crying in our mother's kitchens
 Is this love or death or marriage
 Is this life or is life different
 Do something please
 Scream that you hear me
 Let this be more than the feeling I harbour
 Let this be ours
 Let there be more here then wages and page three and waiting for lager
 And waiting for trains home
 Waiting for trains in
 Waiting for life to begin
 And then waiting for life to be over
 And babies and not saying nothing
 Let alone "save me" to strangers
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time
 I can't take the stench any more
 Nothing is real
 Nothing is trying to even pretend that it is
 The adverts are too loud
 The whole fucking place is shrouded in mist
 A mist we can't we can't see
 But it sticks in our throats
 When we're out for a couple
 We don't want no trouble
 But trouble wants us
 And we fall in the rubble
 And we give it our blood
 And we go out for a cuddle
 And this is enough for you
 This is enough
 But this is not enough
 not at all
 And this is enough
 This is enough
 This is not enough
 not at all
 But here is a tree growing steadily steadily
 Not being nothing but all that it is
 Not even grounded
 Holding its own in the concrete the rumbling of cars and the dog piss
 It doesn't want anything
 It is what it is
 And I feed it
 I'm dwarfed by its wisdom
 I'm lit by its colours
 I feel every fibre
 And this is survival
 Be what you are in the mess and the violence
 Don't collect rivals
 Seek out asylums
 Find something sacred in all of this silence
 I breath out more comfortable
 Hold my waist in
 Legs thick as roots they carry me deeper down
 Even when nothing is true and love hates you
 There's always some small bit of peace to be found
 Even when nothing is true and love hates you
 Even when nothing is true and love hates you
 Even when nothing is true and love hates you
 There's always some small bit of peace to be found
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time
 Bad place for a good time
 Good place for a bad time