Dave’d called me up yesterday
Everything he loved had moved away
I felt despair come crawling through that phone
I know the feeling but don’t get me wrong
Dave I’ve always thought that you were touched by fate
It’s never easy but why throw it away?
Maybe you were both chasing this
Flirt with death but never kiss her,
Oh, I keep dreaming, I’ll set the scene,
So what’s a fiver? Why so mean?
The golden moment, the blinding gleam
It’s all over, that’s too cheap.
I see you bleed,
I know you feel the squeeze,
The view from on your knees
I know you’re empty, I know you’re numb
And you can’t function, I know that you’re drunk
But Dave I’ve always felt that you were touched by fate
The thing that gets me is the stupid waste.
So pick it up and don’t put it down,
A newer story in another town
I see you bleed
I know you feel the squeeze
Then it will seem you dreamed these things,