The Effenaar - The Gardens Lyrics

Waking up at twelve a the sight of her
Mentally elsewhere
Pain drawing
Jabbing on lipstick
Penguins coursing
While I walk the pathway of the gardens
Oranges, needles and tourniquets
All waiting for you
The hallways look and smell like the school
And I spy the glue sniffer out of its window
Where our great uncle
Spent his last days
In the spinney deals and dens being made
Clinging on to the September sun
First spliff
First kiss
First time
You saw a gun

Phobia ready and waiting
All roads leading there
Highcroft bound slowly delaying
Dont take me back there
Dont take me back there

Wondering around the safety of you're rich pickings
And ideas of bliss
Why aren't you talking about whats really going on
To a degree
To a degree
Stock room rat
In Burtons menswear
Ponder your options while the same tape loops
Fighting to find light
From Descartes, Aristotle and Hume
And you
Find yourself in a fight about nowt
In a dimly lit room
Staring at the celling
Taking deep breaths
They're scared
Waiting for Friday for problems
Taking deep breaths
They're scared
Waiting for Friday for problems

Do you remember when we used to run around
Neck a bottle before we got in to the ground
You were ear to ear to be out of the house
In the space of a year
Nodding out
Back before the days of mental health
But still in the days of helping mates out
I wonder what id say if hindsight allowed
Im wondering if you're even around

When we kicked footballs
Playing up at our schools
You were no ones fool
I hope your still not
When we kicked footballs
Playing up at our schools
You were no ones fool
I hope your still not

Phone me il be ready and waiting
All roads leading there
Highcroft bound slowly delaying
Dont take me back there
Dont take me back there
Phone me il be ready and waiting
All roads leading there
Highcroft bound slowly delaying
Dont take me back there
Dont take me back there