This Is a Flag. There Is No Wind.
In an analogy that makes sense to most
This opportunity found me unmarked at the far post
but I grazed it right against the cross bar
of the pub that you had worked in since you moved here from Bath Spa
we agreed we couldn't trust the guy that didn't like a single sport
(?) given me much other thought
They said it smelled delicious but it smelt of burning flesh
not meant to be malicious but this is the cross we bear
The story of the winner
(?)
Had to drag me to the hospital said I had gone deaf
But I heard everything they said
It's just I had no interest
Our friends have put the two of us on suicide watch
And every second spent away we spent watching the clock
There are photos of us holding hands outside of the frame
I wish they ever wonder where I think things were all the same
It's like our self restrain is the size of the a fingernail
and we chew it down
And we chew it down the same
sad eyes, for sad goodbyes
Its a crime
Its a crime
Its a crime
Its a crime
The story of the winner
(?)
Had to drag me to the hospital said i had gone deaf
But i had everything they said
Its just I had no interest
compositores: GARETH DAVID PAISEY, THOMAS EDWARD BROMLEY
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