Lawrence Arabia - The listening times lyrics

These are the listening times The last breaths of the night We smoke our desperate f*gs Regard the ugly light of the morning These are my morning thoughts Everyone looks awful We need to go to bed This conversation's never had It can't get out Like pasture they're growing thick Green, and on the ground Everyone looks down At a person gnawing on their shoelace Tonight, we'll set sail for the tropic of Capricorn The kebab shop at the horn is open till the sun comes up That is all