Place In The Sun Lyrics

Worry lines wrinkle as I pick out grey hairs

Look up from my toast, get lost in your stare

No holiday in a year or two

Holes in my shoes, don't know what to do about

Growing minus in my bank account

Just getting by takes a huge amount

Then you crack a smile and it melts away

Hold onto each other til we next get paid

Kiss me

A little pick-me-up before we get to resuming

The daily grind that I've half a mind to

Give up, pull up sticks

Go somewhere, no politics

But then I open the front door and step into bliss

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun

These are hard times and the tough get growing

Shelves are bare, culture cracks are showing

Kintsugi held with golden glue

We move as one to make it through

Food bank address in my notes app

Stroke my hair, laid on your lap

Monthly pressure, nearly down for the count

Party for two, bed sheets and take-out

Kiss me

A little pick-me-up before we get to resuming

The daily grind that I've half a mind to

Give up, pull up sticks

Go somewhere, no politics

But then I open the front door and step into bliss

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun

A fall from grace

Would imply we ever had a place

Sharp reminder work doesn't pay

Single bedroom, baby on the way

Wish we could cheat

On benefits face our defeat

Forget about false street cred

Warm embrace, we got cans and bread

We pick ourselves up

We pick ourselves up

We pick ourselves up

We pick ourselves up

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun

Yeah, we don't have money

What's mine is yours

So glad to say haven't been here before

Outside they're still fighting, but inside we're warm

Holding hands on the sofa

Our place in the sun