Six Eight

Half full, half empty Our hope runs always half full Are we relevant, quite like irrelevant Our chance to discard conformity This is our chance Are we relevant, we're craving relevance And though we might be the humble lot We've certainly got something they'll never have Top class, working class, middle class Two way mirror glass God knows why it's raining, I'm haorsened by the raining Wanted in the boundaries of our town's skin We're unwanted I wish that it was raining, prefer it when it's raining And though we might be the humble lot We've certainly got something they'll never have And though we might be the humble lot We've certainly got something they'll never have I don't wanna lie, but I cant be all true I feel like Lear's fool, but that's nothing new Learn to adore us, cos we're here to stay To see all those hipster bands, buried alive some day Our faltering smiles, they certainly strike me Oh how un-kissed they are, this is reality It's you and I, it's me and you Oh it's you and I, it's me and you