I'm back can't find no pulse On my old street And eyes only meet mine For a second Bad impression I didn't write or call But i used to be worth waiting for Someone to choose a good excuse But not anymore In the afternoon rain Recycling strength and names The gulls are quiet today Assembling past mistakes The gulls are quiet today Assembling past mistakes I was lost i felt caught Stayed indoors counting hailstorms Stepped back Down reduced from friend to acquaintance Summoned up in one short sentence Failed and bitter In the afternoon rain My heart's a trial, a boring revival Getting thankfully wasted again In the afternoon rain Getting thankfully wasted again In the afternoon rain In the afternoon rain Recycling strength and names The gulls are quiet today Assembling past mistakes Getting thankfully wasted again In the afternoon rain