Trains To Brazil - Guillemots

Aaahhhhh

aaaahhhhaaa

aaaah

You’re feelin old

Its 1 o clock on a friday morning

I’m trying to keep my back from the 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 of when we were at 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

Cos days don’t get you far when you’re gone

It’s five o clock on a Friday morning

one hundred telephones shake and ring

And one of them is from someone who knew you…

And i still think of you on cold winter mornings

Darling they’ll still remind me of when we were at school

When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours

were the hands of these eronious fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next

Well let them take you next

Cos you live and be thankful you’re here

See it could be you tomorrow next year