High And Dry

Why’d you have to leave me for some Albanian gambler on the Beirut train
When I’d finished laughing
I celebrated with a glass of paint
You’ve got dreams and I’ve got demons
I forgive you all because you are really into what you do

High and dry
Not a cloud in the sky
History
Somebody canonise me

Mondays I go clubbing
Just outside of Leipzig in a pin striped suit
And a bunch of roses
Strolling through the vestry being beaten up
By those English beer-boys, Soho tea-boys
I forgive them all because they are really into what they do

High and dry
Not a cloud in the sky
History
Don’t take no notice of me

Sirens scream like unfed babies
Don’t you blame the viruses they are really into what they do

High and dry
Oh what a prophet am I
Showbiz clown
Don’t have the brains in this town (See you all in hell)
High and Dry
They say there’s snow in July (See you in hell)
Have no say
So you can throw me away.
High and dry,
Not a cloud in the sky. (See you all in hell)
High and dry
Kiss the logic goodbye