Sir Simon
Safety First
Got a coffee and a paperGot two tickets for tonightGot to charge the phone and call a mate, it's getting lateGot to see if you're insideLet us talk about the weatherLet's pretend we're feeling fineLet us walk the streets we know too well as cold as hellAnd ignore departure timeMails and LettersShirts and sweatersThey won't keep us from harmTired WaitersDumb SpectatorsThey won't raise the alarmIf you promise to keep quietI promise you to shut my mouthI can make you cry with just one wordBut you can make my die, with just a single sigh
From Letras Mania