Frightened face down
On the shoulder
Standing here
To part the synapse
To find the memory of when, when

You and me
On the beaches of Brighton
Dark hair flickers on the wind
They surround me like ivy
Needles and nettles on your face
On a grey day the English way
Blustery and cold
Maybe you’ll remember when you get old

[Instrumental]

When the crows sing
I wanna follow your pretty face
Do you miss me
Picturing can't chase me

But I love you
Do you see straight
My sights are young
Sharing our place
Round this hill
Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!

[Instrumental]

Face down
On the shoulder, spreading
Take off the synapse
Find the memory of when, when

The memory
And the TV
Losing the truth
Lyrics heard this sent to me
Swear your truth