We went down to the midlands, and he stayed behind with my friends.
In the car with my brother, and the strange regrets of a child.
Stay with us for a while.
We are small and caught in your tide.
Could you spare some time and explain how it all goes down this way?
We arrived in the springtime, in a house too big for just three.
We commute as the years pass.
We turn strange, and start to drift apart.
Stay with us for a while.
We are small and caught in your tide.
Could you spare some time and explain how it all goes down this way?
Stay with us for a while.
We are small and caught in your tide.
Could you spare some time and explain how it all goes down this way?
And I know there’s no-one to blame, but I’m a stranded boy anyway.