All I do
I do
These days
Just me
It’s awful strange

I’ll take another juice my friend
It’s all I really need these days
We sure were the men about town
Weren’t we

With our little capes made out of booze
We had nothing to lose

Are we all
Just trying
To distract ourselves
From what
It’s really all about

I’ve taken up doing pottery
I run a painting class and write some poetry
I spent all of Sunday afternoon
Just looking at the sea

I hear that silеnce is the key
Oh would you sit a whilе with me
My friend
Of course we had a lot of fun
But don’t you know that it was killing me
And don’t you think it might be doing the same to you

I’ve got myself this little place
I’ve got gas hobs and a fireplace
But I can never quite remember when to water my plants

I hear that silence is the key
Oh won’t you sit a while with me
My friend