Picking up things I don’t understand Got a screw in my pocket and a pen in my hand Shovelling dirt to show I can A pretty roundabout way of sticking to the plan The thing is, it’s not about finding yourself But how many Starting to see the real value of a knife Splitting the hair between being and life Lucky at home, apprentice online It’s funny what you learn when you’re wasting time The thing is, it’s not about finding yourself But how many Adding on layers like they’re running out If it’s a passion you want, I think I’ve got plenty The thing is, it’s not about finding yourself But how many

His friends don’t say a lot, but Shane knows they agree He just wants his house in order before the walls are taken away Another job he’s lost to faces from the sea He laughs at pronouncing the lager In the voice of the barman, who shares its name He smiles and closes his eyes And knows he’s right Shane knows his mind There’s no reason why the man who’s turning fifty Should betray the guts that he had at twenty-five He’s watched it all Their calls to let it go Hurt him more than they’ll ever know Trying to save what he knows he likes he knows His family’s arguing, this day goes on and on Nothing new when his son won’t come around too much these days We’ve all been young, but the boy’s doing it wrong It’s not his fault if his daughter-in-law’s Too sick to pull her weight His wife smoothes her dress And maybe cries Shane knows his mind There’s no reason why the man who’s turning fifty Should betray the guts that he had at twenty-five He’s watched it all Their calls to let it go Hurt him more than they’ll ever know Trying to save what he knows he likes he knows A chest so full of pain Turns out to be nothing poetic like hate A doctor born so far from her home Says maybe two years, it could have been eight Irony’s lost as everything is broken His heart at the news, and the English spoken She takes his hand and says everything’ll change And Shane thinks, never Shane Shane knows his mind There’s no reason why the man who’s turning fifty Should betray the guts that he had at twenty-five He’s watched it all Their calls to let it go Hurt him more than they’ll ever know Trying to save what he knows he likes he knows Shane knows his mind There’s no reason why the man who’s turning fifty Should betray the guts that he had at twenty-five He’s watched it all Their calls to let it go Hurt him more than they’ll ever know Trying to save what he knows he likes he knows

Hiding in my bedroom, working out a name Fifty different logos, start to look the same I’m sure I enjoyed this, now it’s less a game Sample thirty seconds, that’s all there is Photos of a piece of me that doesn’t exist Making it’s no fun, but branding it is Big things are coming soon So follow me, please follow me Big things are coming soon I want you wanting me Big things are coming soon Oh I can’t do this just for me Big things are coming, so look at me, please look at me Right now I’m invincible Despite how ties aren’t simple Who needs more faces to thank anyway? They would hold me back Hold me, I’m feeling sick I’m ready with the best that you’ve seen any day Big things are coming soon So follow me, please follow me Big things are coming soon I want you wanting me Big things are coming soon Oh I can’t do this just for me Big things are coming, so look at me, please look I thought we were friends, now look, now look at me Lines halfway done, domain names are mine Old friends dug up to see this is my time If you truly love me, please leave a like Big things are coming soon So follow me, please follow me Big things are coming soon I want you wanting me Big things are coming soon Oh I can’t do this just for me Big things are coming Look at me Please look at me

We wrapped black felt round the feet to protect the floor Saving our new life from scratches dealt out by the one before I wondered if anyone could take away a sofa so old Or at all Folds meet fingers, it’s the first time I found her again Browning and picked apart by fingernails and younger hearts then We slept on the part where we fought on the spot where I kissed my wife Before she was I don’t want to lose What we lost Down in thin places in the dark I don’t want to choose Moving on Leaving the best of our life: the first part We carried that bastard down four flights of stairs She nearly broke my brother’s foot, defiant, I think she was scared We laughed at the thought of us holding on to something so old Just because Sideways round hallways to newer rooms made to look neat She always would shrug fancy covers like feeling the heat Can’t conceal memories, the first stain’s a tragedy The rest are complete I don’t want to lose What we lost Down in thin places in the dark I don’t want to choose Moving on Leaving the best of our life: the first part If we sit very still and we hold ourselves tight And we pull up our feet side by side It’s hard to tell whether we’re holding our love or our life Before it was I don’t want to lose What we lost Down in thin places in the dark I don’t want to choose Moving on Leaving the best of our life: the first part I don’t want to lose What we lost Down in thin places in the dark I don’t want to choose Moving on Leaving the best of our life: the first part

I find myself early for Fridays The best I’ll get is waking sideways Taste the way, desperate for content Feeling like a traveller, but never coming home again My hips are breaking freely This movement doesn’t need me One minute I’m crying on the in-breath The moment goes and I find I couldn’t care less Laid out pieces are easy to clean Maybe it’s better if I don’t get what I need If I’m honest The change is killing me Set to fall like leaves Four to let go, one to keep If it’s hopeless I might as well be free Clean the locks and keys Put together almost properly I bought a book on travelling lightly A totem I can clutch too tightly Looks good to be turning pages I feel it going in, but nothing ever changes And this year’s monk still foolish Tripping over joy to get through this There’s no good when I’m numb to bad The pen stops cold, yeah there might be something in that Dancing fingers in no team Are pushing screws around, can’t pick up what they mean If I’m honest The change is killing me Set to fall like leaves Four to let go, one to keep If it’s hopeless I might as well be free Clean the locks and keys Put together almost properly I’m scraping paint in layers Jealous of what’s inside Of everything I am my own creator With just enough time Remembering And if I’m honest This change is killing me Set to fall like leaves Four to let go, one to keep And if it’s hopeless I might as well be free Clean the locks and keys Put together almost properly

Give me a reason I should leave you, Delabole Is it the comfort or the loneliness? I’m scared it might be both This town ain’t big enough for part of me I like to say we’re near the ocean But I’ve never been to sea Road so narrow, ain’t no room for getting out What she wanted, I never wanted to talk about But autumn’s coming, this is no time for having doubts While I’m left behind Left alone in Delabole Dad sees no metaphor, the smile back on his face As he’s halfway up a ladder Holding steady in one place The hands that proudly paint ‘and son’ above the door Broken, helped my mother down To join the family in the ground the week before Road so narrow, ain’t no room for getting out What she wanted, I never wanted to talk about But autumn’s coming, this is no time for having doubts While I’m left behind Left alone in Delabole Are you Delabole’s boy? Are you Delabole’s boy? Left alone Road so narrow, ain’t no room for getting out What she wanted, I never wanted to talk about But autumn’s coming, this is no time for having doubts While I’m left behind Left alone in Delabole Left alone in Delabole Left alone in Delabole Left alone in Delabole Left alone in Delabole