Guillemots - Trains to Brazil (EP) Lyrics
aaaahhhhaaaaaaahYou're feelin oldIts 1 o clock on a friday morningI'm trying to keep my back from the wallThe prophets and their bombs have had another successAnd i'm wondering why we bother at allAnd i think of you on cold winter morningsDarling they remind me of when we were at schoolNothing really mattered when you called out my nameIn fact, nothing really mattered at allAnd i think about how long it will take them to blow us awayBut i won't get me down, I'm just thankful to be facing the dayCos days don't get you far when you're goneIt's five o clock on a Friday morningone hundred telephones shake and ringAnd one of them is from someone who knew you.......And i still think of you on cold winter morningsDarling they'll still remind me of when we were at schoolWhen they could never have persuaded me that lives like yourswere the hands of these eronious foolsAnd to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the nextWell let them take you nextCos you live and be thankful you're hereSee it could be you tomorrow next year