Letting go (is the easiest thing for me)

Left a trail of crumbs so that you know,
Where I have gone.
Built a house next to the sea,
There we shall be.

Oh, It's all too beautiful

Crows know not my name,
Live in my brain and sing me to sleep.
Now my Black machine,
Allows me to dream and forget this pain.

Oh, it's all too beautiful.

All Too Beautiful

Growing up in this town, we got good at looking down,
I was at a loose end 'til you became my friend, and
In our Panam shoes, with our Market Shell Suit Blues,
We lit the mountainside on fire.

We will learn guitar, we'll grow up to be rock stars,
With your looks and my leads, we'll bring Wembley to its knees, and
The money that we make, we will use to snort cocaine,
They'll hold banners to welcome us on home.

Though we never made Top of the Pops,
We gave the best of what we got,
When I never finished all those songs,
My life got in the way.

It didn't go to plan, you joined another band,
You wrote better songs than me, oh I died internally,
I looked forward to the day, I'd dance upon your grave, and
I made slurs synonymous with your name.

Oh we had good times when we were drunk,
But we got jobs and we grew up,
And though I still miss all of that stuff,
Our lives got in the way.

The point of this ear bend?  Enjoy the time you spend.
Hold dear the ones you love, you can't get them back again, and
Though our beds are made, I will love you to the day,
That we call the cemetery home.
That we call the cemetery home.


Luke and the Lifeboat