BRIGHTON

BRIGHTON Wouldn't it be fun to end it all, up in Brighton? 
Never take the train back home
 Never wait for you for hours at the station 
Slowly guessing you would finally not come

 Wasn't it much nicer when we took boats 
We had time to think, then, sliding on the water 
It's hard to realise the sea is shallow there
 We would sail our hearts up until they broke against the shore 

Wouldn't it be fun to end it all, up in Brighton?
 Here exactly where I don't belong 
I can feel the privilege of being a stranger 
Ignoring all the dramas that shaped this town 

End a life in the Marina, start over on Saint-James 
And talk all night of battered things and rock widows 
Gazing at the forming clouds, it suddenly gets dark 
A mighty cathedral above the amusement park