Penarth St.

Ah look, the slate grey pantone swatch flick we call life –
Most of it dingy, but some of it bright
And I can always sleep back at Penarth Street

Everyone knows what this raw business is like
Better grind out a ‘Halo' or ‘Sleeping Satellite’
And I know I can always sleep back at Penarth Street

Ah, another challenge to which I failed again to rise
Everything on fire without a phoenix in sight
But I can always sleep here at Penarth Street

Maybe we're approaching the last gasps of the phase of ‘Peak me'
Or the Jaydened-up Princespeak of North, Pax and Royalty
But by then I’ll be old and bleak back at Penarth Street

I want you kept sweet all night
And I want a slice for me

I want you kept sweet for life
And I want a slice for me

What do I do with all this trainer-boxed remembrance?
Most of it boring but some of it splendid
And I can always sleep here at Penarth Street

Ah, we need a salvo of truth blown into plain light
With all of our fingers and all of our might
And I know I can always breathe back at Penarth Street

I want you kept sweet all night
And I want a slice for me

I want you kept sweet for life
And I want a slice

Back at Penarth Street