"Remake" lyrics

"Remake"

No, I'm not playing tonight
I'm only listening
And no, I'm alright
For a drink, I'm leaving soon

No taxi's as usual
I walked past the scrub land
And car parks
Under the M3 a lad about my age
Was speaking in tongues

And I thought of something you said once
Wondering 'round the woods off our heads
It's all just a remake, scene for scene
Maybe next time I'll play you
And you can play me
You can play me
And you can play me

Well, I wrote the guestbook, or the death book
I love ye and left it at that
Hey, I'm getting pretty good at this now
Some old friends you hadn't
Spoke to in ten years were bletherin'
So, I took my pint outside where some kids were
Muckin' around

And I thought of us then
And a cool wind blowin'
Through our hair
Watching the cargo ships pass
With the sun in our eyes
And our backs to the grass

And I thought of something you said once
Wondering round the woods off our heads
It's all just a remake, nothing new
Maybe next time you'll play me
And I can play you, and I can play you

Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm


Writer(s): Joshua William Burnside
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