I thought I could forever be your passenger, as we gently raced beneath the trees of B roads and C roads, watching for fauna and singing along to that classic love CD we found in the hired car. A weekend away from pills and paranoia was the plan, so we headed for familiar territory, and the comforts of memory
I'm happy when we move
I'm happy you stand here
Where nothing's left to prove
And nothing's left to fear
I used to swim over there, but that pub's gone down hill. I made my very first and very last attempt at smoking on that swing bridge with Jillian Smith. We all love Jillian. Expelled from school, we crashed the graduates ball in the function room of that hotel, and I came second last in the treasure hunt
I'm happy when we move
I'm happy you stand here
Where nothing's left to prove
And nothing's left to fear
So let's do it, let's sell our home and all our things, and buy a camper van and live on service station junk food and road side pub lunches. We can burn our smartphones and donate the computer to the school down the road. Leave bin bags full of clothes we never wear outside the charity shop, and just go. We walked to the shore, and I think I could keep going, but someone deep inside you quietly screams: "It's time to stand still". And he's right. So let's go home
And what we can't build in bricks
I can build in my heart
Now we know how it ticks
And we know where to start
If the foundation's raw
Should the wrecking ball swing
If I misplaced my plot
And so lose everything
Just remember us here
Hand in hand by the shore
And forget each dried tear
And the burdens we bore