S.U.R.V.I.V.E

We’ll have a laugh if you hold on
And we can go to the seaside
Just like the old times
Not hanging up when you’re lonesome
Bodies in black ties
Spitting at magpies

I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e

Out on the edge of the moment
I turn noise white
Under too too bright strip lights
Not just a drop in the ocean
Postcard platitudes
To buy your breakfast to

I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e

Sometimes you got to let go
To hold on
Let go
To hold on

I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
I’ll write you an s.o.n.g
S.u.r.v.i.v.e
If you s.u.r.v.i.v.e"