El Fugitivö

Brexit. No shit. Who knew it? Liars who flew it, sold it and blew it Halfwits who bought the story from bandits Brexit. Really.. Was it worth it?

Even if it’s HIGH FIDELITY Even IF it’s low credibility Even WITH no sensibility We’ll still choose YOU We’ll STILL choose you

Oh Charlie he wants for some trouble He thinks it’ll make me a man But the bruises I hide feel different inside And leave me frightened and sad I’m on my last legs in the last chance saloon Feel the fear well up - no place to go

We were talking Last night while on the phone About the worry We both feel when we’re alone

Still falling.. still falling it seems like forever Still falling.. still falling the blacker the better It’s dangerous and dark so you’ll never say never A place of no return, the grimmer the better

When it’s all gone wrong When it takes so long When I don’t feel so strong I find my refuge in the sea

Lapping at the bow there’s a rhythm to the boat I look at M and smile as we both know A surface of oil with a vibrant blue deep below Sun sparkles into the deep, the deep deep deep

There was once an old man Who called An Cuiltheann home He gazes silent far ‘cross the sea Longing for his son to him come home

Once there was a boy Who dreamt of the stars Who hoped for the moon Who wanted to be true

It’s not the time you spend. It’s how you spend the time It’s not the words you use or how you make them rhyme It’s not the sentiment or if you do it just in time It’s not the time you spend - it’s how you spend the time

November is so far away That I can barely see So many steps still to take Before we can be free