Planespotting Video (MV)

As I go through these photobooks and dusty old diaries
I can't help but look back on all those special memories with pride
You were likely my best friend back then
Bottles as part of the furniture
In many ways we were quite different
I was into gleaming clothes and films, you were into drugs
I liked to play calm like Clint, you were the impulsive one
Canny nagging while acting manly
"Please don't mix up with that crowd", I said
They'd never pick you up from the gutter
If you ever ended up in that sad state of mind
Primary school's funny like that, volatile yet so fragile
Pint-sized minds spotting planes after school waiting for the ride
"We'll always be bros" we'd shout across the road

The onus, onus, onus - yeah - is on me to tell our frail tale
The onus, onus, onus - yeah
The onus, onus, onus - yeah - is on me to tell our frail tale
The onus, onus, onus - yeah

As time passed and I passed my exams you were not often around
I thought earth had swallowed you, eventually I left the town
Years turned to decades, I found myself a new home down south
Until one day it hit me: I'd started missing your scowl
With eagerness I dialed your numbed and called, no response
After days I got a call back and my heart nearly stopped
Waves of life had pulled you underwater claiming your life
I'm still reminded by the airplanes in the sky

The onus, onus, onus - yeah - is on me to tell our frail tale
The onus, onus, onus - yeah
The onus, onus, onus - yeah - is on me to tell our frail tale
The onus, onus, onus - yeah