And from Automatic Charm by The Bone Folders

…and I’m making too much noise, yet I know I say too little
And I’ve peaked too late to truly get my shoe in the ring

…and I’ve scoffed down humble pie, and I skolled the poisoned chalice
Yet that somehow made me hungrier and thirstier

And am I flying, or is this a free fall?
I can’t tell the ground from the sky, or if that even matters at all

…and I’m trying to raise my love, to the point where I can feel
‘Cos I know I drink too much and maybe think too late

And am I flying, or is this a free fall?
I can’t tell the ground from the sky, or if that even matters at all
And…

And am I flying, or is this a free fall?
I can’t tell the ground from the sky, or if that even matters at all

…and now I’m back from the bar, and I’m raising a glass
I’m giving one last shout to the sound men
Neil, Bo and Paul

…and so the warehouse became this wanky wine bar
And now that place isn’t even anything
And all the factories in the street are now apartments,
There’s nothing left at all
As if that even matters at all
As if that even matters at all
And…

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