Wasteland

Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourless
Place
We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres
Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac
People have no use for - amongst the smouldering embers of
Yesterday

And when or if the sun shines
Lighting our once beautiful features
We'll smile but only for seconds
For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life
A brave but useless show of compassion
And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world

Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind
The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war -
The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities -
Councils call homes

And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen
The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs
The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles
We'll sit and probably hold hands

And watch the rain fall (watch it, watch it)
Tumble and fall (tumble and falling)
Like our lives (like our lives)
Just like our lives

We'll talk about the old days
When the wasteland was release when we could play
And think - without feeling guilty -
Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands
Tumble and fall (tumble and falling)
Like our lives (like our lives)
Exactly like our lives