Originally conceived during Covid
I’m so fed up, of being locked up, trapped within my mind of all places
We’re so fucked up, a total screw up, lost within the bounds of new spaces (places)
I see the train pull, into the station, I’ve missed the early one again
And in the city, the lights are shining bright, but I don’t / can’t see the sites you see
It’s taking tablets, at the time I should, they help me to my sleep
And when I’m dreaming, when I’m dreaming of you
I see that / those roses bloom around me
Na na
The smell of perfume, on my collar, not a fragrance that I’ve smelt before
I see the doors to, open up horizons, places I’ve not been before
I took a drink, from a bottle, I found lying on the windowsill
And no more drinking, no more cigarettes, these things just make me ill
I see the cars now, in the distance, red taillights they’re amusing me
No more driving, no more free-wheeling, clear eyes help me see
A row of trophies, stacked up on a shelf, can’t think now what they’re for
She found a way to, open up my eyes, she’s not like anyone before
I’ve wasted hours, and countless days, I’ve fallen from the stepping-stone
And, I don’t know how, I ever found this place, I know I’m coming home
Na na plus change na na – outro hoos
So fed, of being locked up, trapped within my mind of all places