Meeting Friends at Night

You can cry but I'm not sorry
Brain as full as a bin lorry
Too far out to even seem near
I would rather die than be here

Quarry of my heart
Try to make a start
Role play at the field
What you feel is real

Pouring coffee from a car door
Rolling softly onto the floor
I can see the way it's flowing
I don't know which way I'm going

Coffee from a door
Watch it while it pours
Doesn't make a sound
Don't know if I'm around

A fly lands on the eyeball
Of a giant severed head of a pig
I did not want to urinate
But in the end that's what I did

Cover it in film
But do you have the will
To watch it while you wait
See life disintegrate

A cone sits on a lamp post of a
Giant light inside the square
I do not know where it has comе from
I don't know who put it there

Keep it out of sight
Meet your friends at night
Do it 'cos you can
Thеn all pile in the van