THE PUB’S SONG

Waking up in the morning
scraps of last night`s memories;
Throwing out mad stories
don`t know where I`m going

Your hands are dirt
clean up your mess
suit up your shirt

Grab that bright and shiny beer
get inside this busy place
cannot waste no more time
I will not recognize my face

Still I hear the sweetest voice
calling my name with a dull noise
Running out with our boots
over this ground we fix our roots

Raise up your spikes
get out your friends
try not to get lost again

Grab that bright and shiny beer
get inside this busy place
cannot waste no more time
I will not recognize my face

Moon is full, dark night here
and our desire now is real
Wondering if she`s just a dream
doesn`t matter cos`our fears are defeated