I was alone in a whisky bar
In a crowd of friends
When the night shows up in tears it comes into my eyes
I still keep on focusing when I blur my wanky mind
Yeah big time there, big time there
Yeah big time there, big time there
But sorry, I quit
I got used to their merry faces
Used to these old streets
Come around if you once felt blue, if you once melt down
We had a few odd liquid things
I realise I had no problems left to drown
When they were all swimming around
We talk to tables there, tables there
Yeah sorry, I quit
Yeah big time
Serenade
Fall signs
Fairy tales
Climbing to the
Big Fall
Flimsy Life
I don't care
Good Times
Yeah skateboard
Surfboard
Cupboard
Pretty hair
Happy life
Yeha
Yeha