Took the bus, took the train
Went to work, ignored the pain
What a rainy day, unfriendly faces
Got dragged around all types of places
Closed my eyes, smelt your hair
Looked around, but you weren't there
Had some lunch, jacket potatoes
Chicken wings and fried tomatoes
After that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and took a drag
These days I toast,
never do combust so much I burn for the both of us though
Second day, second job,
passing thought for the world to stop
Shoes are too tight, feet are aching, cold and sick,
but I was faking
When I do go, I am late,
always make the same mistake
That mistake, being not caring,
six days a week, can't find my bearings
But to be fair, I might have cared,
might have cared if you were there
Might've cared if you were there
Might've cared if you were there
Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck
Putrid passion, rotten luck
Worked to death, jumping at the bit
Crazed as
Christ and broke as shit
Watched the news, someone died
Saw the mother, teary eyed
Son shot dead on a wall of road I thank
God, no one I know
I went to work for the
NHS
Mental health, people depressed
Met
Joanne, scared of living
Afraid of dying, terrified of being
Then met
Paul, schizophrenic
Shaken limbs, paranoid fanatic
Unwashed ten days in a row
So afraid, almost paralytic
I tell them that I do the same
In certain moods, on certain days
But despite the sane ways I could think
I could not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a meeting
Tickets die a week as their parents beat
them I wish I could say
I was surprised
And yous just choose which
ones to highlight
Choose which ones to high
light
Took the
DLR, took the tube
Read a book, nothing else to do
Read
Jill
Hicks, she survived the
bombings
Wrote a book, made a killing
I read somewhere that
some lost their legs
Umpteen injured, 52 dead
In some places far away
That shit happens every day
Now scared of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to work some way
So I play with my life, you could say
But don't we all, don't we all
Don't we all, don't we all
I got a gig, got myself booked
Just down the road when it got juked
I get to sing my joys and sorrows
Not made it yet, maybe tomorrow
I closed my eyes, saw your face
Looked around, you were no place
I feel so left out when you're not around I
feel so left out when you're not around
But you are time and I am life
And time's a tyrant unto strife
And strife's the type of life I seem to lead
And time won't heal
this wound easily
Take your light, your shadowed passions I hear your talk,
I see your actions
What I don't see are your eyes
Those flaming symbols
of the night
Was that your skin that I saw on
the road my ruin wore?
Were you wearing that paisley I adore?
Were you hatred,
were you lust?
You understand this cos you must
That men have the consistencies
of love and
war
Through history I must see you, I must know
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?
Did
you go?
Did
Thank you very
L.a. Salami 
