Tom Busby - The Smith Street Band

Sat and watched the hills race for the harbour
Every time I touched her she'd roll over
My last five years left more to be desired
Can't remember how to set the world on fire
And all I wanted was a fake feeling of home
To wash the skin and un-break all the bones
Of abuse and time lies and hypocrites
We all know I'm not good enough for this
So I went down to the river
And dragged out the bodies
Of everything that I thought
I'd left behind
Don't want this to be a highlight
Of a life spent inside
And I would trade these good times
For better times tomorrow
In sickness and in health
For better or for worse
I whisper out the smoke between the words
Pressed against the glass wall behind me
Every hour another hour
I was supposed to sleep
But who needs that
When you've got nothing
Your records and some clothes
The things you thought you loved
Started gathering dust years ago
So I went down to the river
And dragged out the bodies
Of everything that I thought
I'd left behind
Don't want this to be a highlight
Of a life spent inside
And I would trade these good times
For better times tomorrow
You know her more than anyone
Would give you credit for
Oh
We're killing ourselves to live
The best life possible
And you know her more than anyone
Would give you credit for
Oh
We're killing ourselves to live
The best life possible
So I went down to the river
And dragged out the bodies
Of everything that I thought
I'd left behind
Don't want this to be a highlight
Of a life spent inside
And I would trade these good times
For better times tomorrow
Tom Busby - The Smith Street Band