Living in a house with your mates and a mouse
That runs around the kitchen.
To living in a flat with your girl and a cat.
Her pictures fixtures and fittings.
Blocked any feelings that I'd found
In the rain old town … London
There I'd go man burning slow man,
Missing more than hitting.
Sinking low in a caffeine glow
And daytime television.
Any fear I'd hide behind
Like a mouse in a hole
All tunnel vision. Singing…
Is this my life?
Then it's k**ing me somewhere
It's k**ing me somewhere
Yeah?
Like one big dream that worked out real.
It came right at me wailing.
It ram down my street.
Scraping its teeth along my mental railings.
Saying waking up time
Waking up time.
Remember this thing so well
"This is the here and all you've got now"
So ready or not, go get your something.
Singing…