Let's go down to the station yard
help me over the fence
there's no pretence
of being fine
there's just your misery and mine.
But I'm happier here than I ever am elsewhere,
I swear, I swear,
that in the backs of lorries and the fronts of cars
on tanks, in cranes, in the middle of the yard,
singing Cranberries songs about Kurt Cobain,
it's an island of happiness in a sea of pain,
anywhere with you would be the same.
It's just that, here's good 'cos there's yards of razor wire
and you're tall but the gates are higher:
they keep everyone, everyone, everyone out.
Except you, and me,
and the owner but he only comes occasionally,
and when he does we run
and the adrenalin gets us higher,
than the gates and the razor wire.
We run back through the vicarage grounds,
back through the village, ah we'll never be found,
you with your combats cut off at the knee
and me with my boots from the army,
we're so well disguised
I'd be surprised,
if we're even visible,
to the naked eye.
Maybe that's why, you're so hard to find these days,
we're running our separate ways,
and I miss you.
I thought the army stuff was ironic,
I thought the protest songs were real,
I thought us laughing on tanks was iconic,
I thought our ethics were made of steel.
'Cos I know, I know,
You've been to the places where I go.
God knows, you've got the scars to show,
that you know, you know.
So let's go down to the station yard
help me over the fence
there's no pretence
of being fine
there's just your misery and mine.
But I'm happier here than I ever am elsewhere,
I swear, I swear.
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