Wasteland

Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
 We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
 For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourless place
 We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres
 Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac
 People have no use for - amongst the smouldering embers of yesterday
 And when or if the sun shines
 Lighting our once beautiful features
 We'll smile but only for seconds
 For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life
 A brave but useless show of compassion
 And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world
 Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind
 The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war -
 The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities -
 councils call homes
 And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen
 The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs
 The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles
 We'll sit and probably hold hands
 And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it -
 Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
 Like our lives - like our lives -
 Just like our lives
 We'll talk about the old days
 When the wasteland was release when we could play
 And think - without feeling guilty -
 Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands
 Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
 Like our lives - like our lives -
 Exactly like our lives