Coffee & Ginger Nuts

Walk with me, grey muddled day
As cafe crowds fade through the frosted windows

From the duffle coat out shoots a hand
A raised eyebrow at the command
Saved by the puddle that sets us apart again

Bus driver ­glaring at all in disdain

Inbred years of paranoia
Envy the loudest Casanova
It's not safe here
For the likes of you and me

Worn and weathered men spill into the streets
Through their judging eyes the weight of history
Soon pulls the smile from my face

Pick me up where I left off
You're laughing at the very thought...
“There's a right way to be
There's a right way to be in this town”

Cross the busy road, find a quiet place

Shed these years of paranoia
Edge of seats, we sit and wait together
Coiled like cobras
So what if I kiss you right now?

So you think you can fix my life?
You want to forget about yours?
Always meddling in other people's lives
Why don't you just f-f-focus on your own?

The police, the shoppers and the gangsters
The kids, the hipsters and the pranksters
All stop and watch, united in their shock and disgust

I feel a lynching coming on
Round up the kids
We're gonna eat tonight

Run on home
Keep your head down
Lock your door
And have some coffee and ginger nuts

Tags: belfast, martin byrne, music, northern ireland, week 8 2012, View by:SAWFAY