Straw Man (Outro)

Singing "Wet Sand" on the bus to Westwood Cross Like the Chernobyl Sarcophagus Smoke smothering the trees, bathing in the moss Of the forest, I only ever ran to get lost Not to feel myself, but to know my own cost Of all the Depop pieces that I've brought Compared to how much sun I've absorbed In the Autumn, when the sun is no more Sitting by the tracks, waiting for our cheesy chips The sky turns lilac and falls at the hips And all the kebab shop grease that I chew up and spit There's a straw man of me and I'm waiting for him There's a straw man of me Sitting by the tracks, waiting for our cheesy chips The sky turns lilac and falls at the hips And all the kebab shop grease that I chew up and spit There's a straw man of me and I'm waiting for him Sitting by the tracks, waiting for our cheesy chips The sky turns lilac and falls at the hips And all the kebab shop grease that I chew up and spit There's a straw man of me and I'm waiting for him There's a straw man of me and I'm waiting for him There's a straw man of me There's a straw man of me There's a straw man of me