Complicated Day from Complicated World by City Centre Car Parks

Bless my soul, or at least my bones
While you're at it salt this consecreated earth
You've significantly changed, but the wallpaper's the same
I'd say that's magic in a complicated world
You can cast your evil eye, or make a promise on the phone
Or something-something-other (what's the diiffference anyway?)

So long, Painted Horses,
Farewell then, all that gleams
There there it's a complicated world it seems

Six foot tall if you didn't have a slouch
Or at least that's what your mother says
Been running through your lines in a dead man's shoes
Fallen arches every single day
That old familiar face, well it's nobody you know
Small comfort in a complicated world
Staring down the arse of another speeding day
(what difference does it reall make anyway?)

So much for painted horses
Farewell all that gleams
Goodbye to hopes and fears for me

Bye bye airs and graces
Get Fucked high ideals
No more of those touching scenes

So long all those horses,
Farewell all that gleams
Goodbye all that gleams
Goodbye to hopesa and fears for me..

That's the magic of a complicated world.

• Alternative
• folk pop
• indie pop
• pop pop
• synthpop
• Belfast