| Lookin' at the memories in my eyelids |
| They have to close before I start to be somewhere else |
| Local to the part, but I am never asked who |
| There’s police tape on the play area, swings in my mood |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |
| Turn the spindle, work the blind |
| To learn life from birds in the sky |
| To learn lingo, Urban Dictionary |
| The tops of the poplars, the common blackbird hops |
| Shopping trolley nights vandalised |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |
| Seemed different outside |
| The riddle of life’s over in a haiku |
| Weeping willows, sleep with a pillow |
| Peeping furloughed in the Creeping Charlies |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| I agree with the guy on the TV tonight |
| But his wallpaper’s dead, it’s the NHS |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |
| Mother Nature knows us, she made us make machines |
| We blocked her on Insta, but we’ll face her in our dreams |
| We bend 'til it’s broken off and falls |
| America plays out like Rome on fast-forward |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |
| Keep saying a word until it loses meaning |
| Then it is just sounds and some moving of a mouth |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |
| This man is so high, he is asking me why |
| We are all religious with no man in the sky |
| That package arrived, knock door |
| Run past the parcel, past the garden |
| Be a mad debacle at the barber’s |
| Smoke over back, fuelled by what looks like a shed |
| I smoke over that while my jaw’s not dead |
| Got to keep it on the high, when we sleep, dogs die |
| I can’t taste anything, that’s Baj’s Hot Sauce |
| Can’t wait 'til I can’t feel my face in the spot, ooh |
| Difficult times, magnificent skies |
| Difficult times, silver linings |