Remember the day we went to Brighton
we left our work ethic asleep on the bed
and rang in sick
all we had to battle with was wind and rain
now six months on
it's heartache and illness that beat into us
leaving us breathless and damp with tears
Oh to be caught in a squawl
bent double against piercing rain
staggering on through granite skies
and not be slain so easily by loss and fear
