Petrichor - Radio Edit
Don't believe me when I say I'm sorry
I don't mean anything I say
A faithless face amongst faceless faces
A bad decision made in good faith
I'm cold to all illustrious distractions
Lost to love, work and play
Stuck in my own world of pallid abstractions
Forcing out these things to say
Cos I was lost when I called you mother
I didn't realise you felt the same
And I was drunk when I called you father
But know you're not to blame
Cos I did this to myself
No I can't blame anybody else
And when the photographs that line your shelves
Belong to somebody else
You know it's time for change
Please forgive me for my boring stories
I've never felt that much at all
Just floated through life chasing money
A sack full of meat and bone
And with every start all I see is the finishing line
Every new beginning I just see the end
And I'll bite the loving hand that's fed me
Time and time again.
Cos I did this to myself
No I can't blame anybody else
The photographs that line my shelves
Belong to somebody else
And in this ongoing war
My favourite smell is petrichor
The scent straight after rain
An illusion of beginning again
I don't mean anything I say
A faithless face amongst faceless faces
A bad decision made in good faith
I'm cold to all illustrious distractions
Lost to love, work and play
Stuck in my own world of pallid abstractions
Forcing out these things to say
Cos I was lost when I called you mother
I didn't realise you felt the same
And I was drunk when I called you father
But know you're not to blame
Cos I did this to myself
No I can't blame anybody else
And when the photographs that line your shelves
Belong to somebody else
You know it's time for change
Please forgive me for my boring stories
I've never felt that much at all
Just floated through life chasing money
A sack full of meat and bone
And with every start all I see is the finishing line
Every new beginning I just see the end
And I'll bite the loving hand that's fed me
Time and time again.
Cos I did this to myself
No I can't blame anybody else
The photographs that line my shelves
Belong to somebody else
And in this ongoing war
My favourite smell is petrichor
The scent straight after rain
An illusion of beginning again
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Parker, James Bush, James Elliott Field, Richard David Phethean
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