Mister Bubbles - Good Days (feat. Tim McKinstry & D'Mizez)

The tunnel is jammed, the timetable a mess 
A thrum of malice from the crowd 
They funnel past me and i have to confess 
It's hard not to laugh out loud 
We are the army of the damned 
We don't look like much but we do what we can 
It just goes to show 
It just goes to show 
That I'm alone 
But I'm not lonely 
I can't remember you 
Everyday I stop and try not to think about it 
I can't remember you  
Everyday I stop and try not to think about it 
These are the good days 
These are some good days 
I count every precious one 
I count every  blessed one 
Since you went away 
These are good days 
You left a hole and i filled it in 
With the occasional girl and shiny things 
We made ironic love unromantically 
So you could save face at least semantically 
We are the army of the damned 
We don't look like much but we do what we can 
It just goes to show 
It just goes to show 
How I'm alone 
But I'm not lonely 
I can't remember you 
Everyday I stop and try not to think about it 
I can't remember you  
Everyday I stop and try not to think about it 
These are the good days 
These are the good days 
I count every precious one 
Each and every sacred one 
Since you went away 
These are good days

Written by:
brendan o'connell

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