Away From The Rousing Parades
So chalk up the minutes
Comparing the tickets
We won in these coastal arcades
You're like some distant murmur
That carries me further
Away from the rousing parades
When the sun is sinking
Into the floor the threads unwind
The questions are swimming out my mind
So slow
Well I've seen people sitting
With their teeth all gritted
And waiting the whole evening long
Slump with a sigh
After most passing by
'Cause they just want to talk to someone
There's a warm wind coming
Marching along with a big brass band
I'm waving an outstretched aching hand
So slow
Well some spend their time
Piling bricks up and climbing
Like we get out of here alive
We search for a meaning
Before disappearing
And hope that our memories survive
I don't know what's coming
To sweep up the rug from where I'm stood
And probably wouldn't if I could
Oh no
I've been dripping with sweat
Throwing long silhouettes
And not really going far at all
Like feigning a jog
With a wild pack of dogs
That are slavering after a ball
Well I don't mind losing
Only need one to hold onto
'Cause chasing a number just won't do
Oh no
Well I don't mind losing
Only need one to hold onto
'Cause chasing a number just won't do
Oh no
Comparing the tickets
We won in these coastal arcades
You're like some distant murmur
That carries me further
Away from the rousing parades
When the sun is sinking
Into the floor the threads unwind
The questions are swimming out my mind
So slow
Well I've seen people sitting
With their teeth all gritted
And waiting the whole evening long
Slump with a sigh
After most passing by
'Cause they just want to talk to someone
There's a warm wind coming
Marching along with a big brass band
I'm waving an outstretched aching hand
So slow
Well some spend their time
Piling bricks up and climbing
Like we get out of here alive
We search for a meaning
Before disappearing
And hope that our memories survive
I don't know what's coming
To sweep up the rug from where I'm stood
And probably wouldn't if I could
Oh no
I've been dripping with sweat
Throwing long silhouettes
And not really going far at all
Like feigning a jog
With a wild pack of dogs
That are slavering after a ball
Well I don't mind losing
Only need one to hold onto
'Cause chasing a number just won't do
Oh no
Well I don't mind losing
Only need one to hold onto
'Cause chasing a number just won't do
Oh no
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Writer(s): Callum Pitt
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