Waiting for high tides. The futility in keeping score, a struggle where it wasn’t there before, and we will never mean a thing. Meet me there with shrugs and silence, meet me there, put it behind us, cos we have never meant a thing. And I told stories, but I would forget how they ended. And I know we’re nowt but dust yeah, and I know we’re nowt but dust yeah, but it’s alright, that’s okay. But all my friends have gone to shit now, everything has gone to shit now. Watch me fade away, watch me fade away. In forty years we’ll all be underwater anyway. Watch me fade away, watch me fade away. Hold my hand and tell me everything will be okay.