Tom Busby - The Smith Street Band

Sat and watched the hills race for the harbour

And every time I touched her she’d roll over

My last five years left more to be desired

Can’t remember how to set the world on fire

And all I wanted was a fake feeling of home

To wash the skin and un-break all the bones

Of abuse and time, lies and hypocrites

We all know I’m not good enough for this

So I went down to the river and dragged out the bodies

Of everything that I thought I’d left behind

Don’t want this to be a highlight of a life spent inside

And I would trade these good times for better times tomorrow

«In sickness and in health, for better or for worse,»

I whisper out the smoke between the words

Pressed against the glass wall behind me

Every hour another hour I was supposed to sleep

But who needs that when you’ve got nothing but your records and some clothes?

The things you thought you loved started gathering dust years ago

You know more than anyone would give you credit for

We’re killing ourselves to live the best life possible