The yellowed page of the books and books
I'd forgotten that I had
These paperbacks they know their age
They smell of weight and time thats resting warm
The opened box beside the endless box parade
That haunts my house
Is fit to split with photographs
That tell the wanderlust of years smashed onto years
(Chorus)
When all this actual life played out
Where the hell on earth was i?
I rack my brains but it won't come
Through water damaged bloodshot eyes
The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies
All seem to mingle into one
I read you name under words in your elegant hand
You probably don't mean now
I fold the letter and think of a million and one things
That I could have done different
(Chorus)
When all this actual life played out
Where the hell on earth was i?
I rack my brains but it won't come
Through water damaged bloodshot eyes
The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies
All seem to mingle into one
One gigantic fairy tale
Of friends I haven't seen in years
Drinking till the daylight hurts
You seem friendly who are you?
That's a lot of wine that we got through
We've made playtime look like work
Please just take these photos from my hands
Writer(s): Paul Wilson, Nathan Connolly, Tom Simpson, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Gary Lightbody
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