Guillemots Trains To Brazil
You feel low
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
I'm trying to keep my back from wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success and
I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings darling they
Remind me up when we were in school
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact,
Nothing really mattered at all
And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away
But I won't get me down
I'm just thankful to be facing the day
'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning
100 telephones shake and ring
One of this was someone who knew you
And I'll still thinking of you on cold winter mornings darling
They'll
Still remind me up when we were in school
When they could never look this way
To meet lives like yours
Where in the hands of erroneous fools
And to those of you who mourn your lives
Through one day to the next
Well let them take you to next
Can't you live and be thankful you're here
See it could be you tomorrow, next year
