This is where the truth begins
Where teardrops glance the sallow skin
You lose your will
And I can lend you mine

The Westway Wall's so tall and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottle's end
We may have done our time

What you want's to stay away from people like me
Who twist most everything they see
And leave the gray old world behind you

So sow it up, kid, have some clout
We'll do some wine and fall about
The sun will shine again tomorrow
Whoa oh oh, we'll look beyond the parapet
We are just bums lest you forget
We can beg, steal and borrow

Well, you said the pills would sort me out
Embolden me against
The manifestations of fear and doubt
I just forgot who I used to be

So now I'm strung
Somewhere between a dream
And humdrum day to day routine
A laurel wreath on the door to my heart

What you want is to wash your face and try to breathe
Forget your mind and shut your eyes so that you can see
And leave the gray old world behind you (whoa oh oh)

So sow it up, kid, have no doubt
We'll walk the line and have it out
The sun will shine again tomorrow
Whoa oh oh, for all the friends you've ever met
Well, some you'll love and some forget
Just hold on for tomorrow

So here's to now and all of us
With our sweet hearts we tried to make a brand new start
May the fabric never tear us apart

And some day when we're in the cold
Here's a semblance we can hope
So pick a posy and put it on your heart for me

So, now I move and if you're in
It wouldn't hurt just to give it a try and win
Don't forget who you're meant to be

What you want is to get a bike and do wheelies
But I bet you can't do 'em half as good as me
Throw it out when it's over, it's over

So sow it up, kid, have some clout
We'll go to mine and sulk about
How the sun will shine tomorrow
Whoa oh oh, for all the friends you've not yet met
Some would die for you, I'll bet
So hold on for tomorrow (whoa oh oh)

So sow it up, kid, have some clout
We'll go to mine and fuck about
The sun will shine again tomorrow
Whoa oh oh, for all friends you've not yet met
Some would die for you, I bet
So hold on for tomorrow (whoa oh oh)

This is where the truth begins
For more than seven deadly sins
And even then
I may have hurt your mind

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Writer(s): Anthony Rossomando, Carl Barât, David Hammond, Gary Powell