The Sad Story of Lead and Astatine

[Lead is a plentiful and highly useful element of great stability and strength. Astatine is highly unstable, unpredictable and so unreliable as to not exist long enough to actually be held in ones hand....]

I lose a friend again, it isn't hard
I thought I'd got past all that playground yard stuff
But in the end there's always that small matter of pride..
It gets so strong you know, gets in your head like caffeine in the morning
Your blood is boiling and you're shaking now
And all those things you said don't matter anyhow but you persist!
You rationalise, and justify

I am a loser of time, I keep waiting for it
Catching me up on the downside of a word that I might regret
And you? Well, you're just the same!
And we haven't picked the phone up in months now
Stubborn silence like an empty carrier on the shortwave band
No-one listening and nothing planned
We have no audience for our silence

And the years will pass by, there'll be no applause
There'll be no encores or victory laps this time
There'll be no vote, there'll be no eviction
Just the humdrum... that truth is stranger than fiction

Let's go flying, take some photos!
Play some music, I really miss that now!

But if I thought that everything I said WAS wrong
Would that make a difference? - I know! - I'll put it in a song!
But in the end I'll just put my own point of view... to you...
... and that's how we got here!

I am a loser in time, I keep waiting for it
It’s passing me by in the search of an answer to a word I might regret
It could be over - in moments! Like never said!
Words taken back and recycled
The old ones left for dead
But we keep on shouting although there's nothing left to say
And every hour that passes adds up to a wasted day
When we could do the things that we love - together

And the years will pass by, there'll be no applause
There'll be no encores or victory laps this time
There'll be no vote, there'll be no eviction
Just the humdrum... that truth is stranger than fiction

Let's go flying, take some photos!
Play some music, I really miss that now!

And the years will pass by and no-one will care about
The things that made us laugh
They might smile once in a while as they tuck us in
Because if we don't talk now, then it will be gone
Like the water underneath the bridge
Where we once.......