RIP Jack. Sleep well, Rory. Hometown hearts, taken young
There was a pact we made that we'd stay friends for life
One humid summer night
Then you left town
Cos your mum kept breaking down
So did your poor heart start to feel like an arcade?
With all the pills we'd take...
Till the lads got flowered up
Married off to floral tributes
From the closing shops
In a rattling car the four of us took flight
Driving high as kites
To your new town
Cos your world was falling down... again...
And if we made it there, we'd take you by surprise
Shake off the suicide
Our laughter fogged the windows up
But there was no more laughter after
We called you, and the line was cut
Wide-eyed teenhood. Suburban dust.
Sapphire cider tubs, dead Rizla skins,
Micky Finn tape packs, red Mitsis and Doves.
But a stranger told us you'd gone away.
And we never heard from you again.
Won't wait to make my mind up
I'd find you with both eyes shut
Left on the corner for love
Last on the beat alone
And I still wonder whether you're dead or alive
On humid summer nights
I missed that mercy mission
Making stupid young decisions
And sometimes I find I'm lashed against the past
I've cried a dozen times
He thought he sold that car for parts
But that car became my heart
And if you ever start to wonder
Why sometimes I'm down and distant
Why I fly off the radar
Why no night is quite enough
And if you ever wonder, what I see
When I lose control
That makes me hate control
That's when I'm back with them again
Down at Dolphin Junction
Down at Dolphin Junction