Meet me on the wasteland later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands
Maybe but there's not much else to do
In this drab and colourless place
We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres Monk discarded brick and rack
People have no use for monks The smouldering embers of yesterday
And when or if the sun shines lighting our hearts once
It's beautiful features,
smart but only for seconds
But a big,
cold smile is to acknowledge life A
brave but useless show of compassion
That is forbidden in this drab and colourless world
Meet me on the
wasteland The one that had the old houses The ones left at
pre-war Ones overshadowed by the monolith Monstrosities,
cancels,
no homes
And there amongst the *,
the dirty linen,
the holy coke,
coloured dents
The punctured footballs,
the ragged dogs,
the rusting bikes
We'll sit and probably hold hands
Watch the rain fall
Watch it, watch it
Tumbling, falling
Tumbling, falling
Just like our lives Just like our lives
Just like our lives
We'll talk about the old days
When the wastelands were released When
we could play and think without feeling
guilty Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands
Tumbling,
falling Just like our lives