Gordon Moakes - Always New Depths lyrics

All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Someone else broke my fall I don't remember Internationally ba*tardised Internationally tongue-tied The truth is I'm not sorry It's bigger than the both of us A pillar of salt A box of want You were pulled out of the embers It was never my intention All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Summertime has come and gone All used up with wishful thinking Get sussed out, get cynical In this world there are no second chances You don't need to preach to me I'm a believer baby You don't need to preach to me I'm a believer If you want lies I can tell them If you want lies I got 'em All the pennies in the Thames Will not make it how it was Summertime has come and gone All used up with wishful thinking Get sussed out, get cynical In this world there are no second chances Crawling round on all fours You get a kick on yourself into a circle I will tear myself apart If you promise to paint me As a work of art As a work of art As a work of art As a work of art You're my work of art You're my work of art You're my work of art You're my work of art Art Art Art Art All All All All Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths! Always new depths!