Hearing the call of the wild world
Winding its way
Through the cracks in the pavements
That we laid
All of the brambles that strangle
Trees taken hold
In visions of Eden overgrown

Crawling up through the gloaming
From primordial seas
Pompeii mosaics are found within reach

Nothing we’re building will last
No, nothing we’ve done will survive

The push of nostalgia
That yearning for home
The pull of the chorus
The ebb and the flow
All possible futures we’ll never know
It ends where it ends
It goes how it goes

History whispers like rust in the sun
So much confusion
So much left undone
Nothing etc

In cellophane circles see the plankton dance
Their dividing chances
Fine romances

I don’t want to have to be fit to survive
Wanking off on to those with a similar sex drive
So splurting they come into you
Stripped of their dignity, fucking in unison
We want a bacon roll
Birth control and cruise control
We want an easy life
No more struggle, no more striving, reaching…Nothing etc