All These Years Lyrics

You were in the bathroom

And when your hair gets wet it's black

I couldn't believe after all these years

You have freckles on your back

And I was crushing hard on New York

And stuff I'd like in my flat

We were driving in the car

You went quiet

You said 'Am I included in that?'

And I didn't know what to tell you

I've never had an exit strategy

You just internalise impermanence

When you lived in seven houses by age 14

And I was watching you on stage, baby

Sitting with the audience welling up

And thought

'No one here has any idea

that girl in red's my fucking love'

Dave finished his book tour

Dedicated to his dead best friend

He said 'I'm getting on my flight when this is over

and I'm never talking about him again'

And I fuck with the sentiment

That's kinda' how I feel about you

But I'll hide you in my work and all my poems

And do whatever soft boys do

We are the children of

Wartime children's sons

Men who came home who were

Never seen again

And she looks like you

With your blue-white hair

And your kindness and your anger

And thousand mile stare

Something happened when you were

17, you were 17

You never talk about it

But your past ain't my place to be

Out in the garden now

You're sleeping on the Green

And our children do accents like you

And climbs trees like me

Get sad like you

Get mad like me

Feel sad like you

Get mad like me

Feel sad like you

Get mad like me

Feel sad like you

Get mad like