Vicky Hope

I brush the leaves
The summers underneath
I take my time
A careful concrete line
And if I followed the river right into town, I'd be nervous
But God we've come so far

And yeah, maybe it's fragile
And maybe it's glass
But I don't think it'll cut me
I cycled home so fast

And all the men are in white shirts
And all the women in hoods
And Newtonian mechanics has never looked so good
I'll come home when I hear from you
Look how healthy I am
Please remember that I will stand before the van
Baptise myself in Abbot Ale for this
For what

It's not so bad
You only lost some cash
But weekend sun
Has cracked me into bits
And once again I won't walk through the park
I'll follow the road back home this time, I swear

And yeah, maybe it's fragile
And maybe it's glass
And I don't think it'll hurt me
But it's got dark so fast

Look at these boys in their panel shirts
Look at these girls in their hoods
Suddenly I have far more family than I should
Wake up under the railway bridge
I'm tangled up in the roots
Please remember that I will stand before the van
And swing myself into the clouds for this
For what?

I've no idea
I've no idea
I've no idea
I've no idea
I've no idea
I've no idea