now the radio stutters. snaps to life.
some sour song that sets it right.
and when London falls
he'd like to call
but the stars collide.
they're beautiful and much maligned.
in a universe where you see the worst,
and it's up to you to fix it.
now you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you want to shout
how you see it all
it's easy to dismiss the "what's it all about" crowd.
there is no doubt. it's this, here, now.
and you close your eyes.
he's not coming back.
so you work it out, overfeed the cat.
and the plants are dry and they need to drink.
so you do your best. and you flood the sink.
sit down in the kitchen and cry.
now you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you want to shout
how you see it all
now the universe left you for a runners lap.
it feels like home when it comes crashing back.
and it makes you laugh
and it makes you cry,
when London falls
and you're still alive.
the radio stutters,
it makes you laugh
and the aftermath,
open up your eyes.
you're so alive.
now you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you've worked it out
and you see it all
and you want to shout
how you see it all
how you've worked it out
and you see it all
how you've worked it out
and you see it all
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