Slight gold daylight breaks through a faultline in the sky
Could it be you’ve fallen out of favour with my cold polluted eyes?
Fight like lovers, cover bruises with a black rose or a rhyme
Cuz down here where the crabs crawl crazy like a plague
And the wiggle waggle worms try for fingers in the grave and say . . .
You’re fine, you’re fine, you’ll find it’s half way in between
Like the pages of a dirty magazine
You’re fine, you’re fine, there’s no water here just wine and these mountains never move
You’re halfway there, halfway there
Well the time read six but it should’ve read ten
And the sun shone a colour that it shouldn’t have been
We were hand in hand and tongue to tongue
I said “Baby I love you so much”
You’re fine, you’re fine, you’ll find it’s half way in between
Like the pages of a dirty magazine
You’re fine, you’re fine, there’s no water here just wine and these mountains never move
You’re halfway there, halfway there
So right after that I said “Lest we connect there’ll be trouble round here in the old bird nest”
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile
He gets a crooked lover cuz she wears a crooked smile
They make a crooked child which they call Matilda Hayes
And build a crooked house in which they spend their crooked days
Lest we connect, lest we connect
So the morning rolls over but the light ain’t there
I got a feeling in my bones that the light got scared
It ain’t the end of the world but it’s the end of us
Unless I hear you say “In Fight Folk we trust”
You’re halfway there, halfway there