Days I Forgot To Write Down

John
The distance of time is stuck
And when the sharp fucks play
I could be with you today

So John
I hung all the songs
But I'm miles from the smiles
And I've nowhere to sleep

If I don't grow old
I can't become an antique
So i just stay a freak
For someone to keep

These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the thorns they wear in their crown
These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the words buried deep in the ground
And they're not to be found
And they don't make a sound

They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh

Bill
I used to write words to you
But the you in the songs
Are the ones who have gone

So Bill
Try recalling the best of times
And the ghost on the bus
Is the sadness of dust

And the kids at the club
Are all sitting in pubs
Still looking for love
As if that was enough

And these are the days I forgot to write down
These are the thorns I wear in my crown
These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the words buried deep in the ground
Not to be found
They don't make a sound

They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh

I
I'm sad from this fog of friends
We fell down in the night
Record shop by day

And Brent
He don't surf anymore
But you drown so slow
With nowhere to go

If you're fucked, it's all right
It's Saturday night
And you are alive
And you are all right!

These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the thorns I wear in my crown
These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the things buried deep in the ground

These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the words buried deep in the ground
These are the days I forgot to write down
These are the words buried deep in the ground
They don't make a sound
They don't bring you down