Even Less

A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold, but I understand
But, for the grace of God, goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you're a martyr for even less
For even less
For even less

A choirboy is buried on the moor
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you're a martyr for even less
For even less
For even less
(For even less)

(For even less)

Fuck you and your book too, you can
You can have it back
When I'm gone, these songs will be
Will be my tracks

And I had a stupid dream that I could change things
But I'm a martyr to even less
To even less
To even less
(For even less)

(For even less)

(For even less)

(For even less)

I hate the ground that I have
Have walked upon
Nothing I have done has ever
Ever mattered long, long
Long, long
Long, long
Long, long



Credits
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Colin Edwin Balch, Christopher James Maitland
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