Weatherfield - Une Saison en Enfer

Feeling funny
Feeling weird
Starting to contemplate how difficult it would be to disappear
I'm looking for you
In every alleyway i see
The river's flooding, the paths are overrun with cow parsley
I see the gravestones
They're climbing out of the ground
The names and dates are faded
My grave's covered with weeds and rocks
That's what you're supposed to do
That's what you're supposed to do
That's what they say to do
The flowers will all rot and die
Much like you and i, my love
That's not what we're supposed to be thinking of
Feeling funny
Feeling weird
Starting to think about how difficult it would be to raise a kid
Out in the desert, although i'd hate it there
I drink too much water
My mother says it'll kill me someday
She says it's exactly what you do on MDMA
That's what you're supposed to do
The flowers will all rot and die
Much like you and i, my love
That's not what we're supposed to be thinking of

Written by:
Alexander Cummins

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