Backwards kid
Try’n to learn his part.
Born with a lisp
And a weakened heart.
Hold on,
Is that a reason to live?
Got a sketch of a song,
Nothing more he can give.
Always making lovers and enemies.
Awake past dawn:
Late night radio dial.
Running away
With a Glasgow Smile.
All right,
Gotta live with the choice.
He’s got the down cast eyes
And a cracking voice.
Always making lovers and enemies.
Innocence fading,
Moans serenading.
It was a lovely wake.
Where’d her blond hair go?
Pupils so narrow.
Hearts kept confined won’t break.
Fun to get lost
In the wrong part of town
On a hot summer night
With the windows down.
Oh boy,
Another panic attack.
Nostalgia might call,
But there’s no going back.
Always making lovers and enemies.