when he was young he'd spend the day on the grass
sprawled out like a lark with the hose on if it was hot
he'd just sit and laugh

and now he's older it's not that it's worse
it's just well, he's been hurt
and things have dispersed

there's other ways to quench his thirst

when he boards the train all he see is our quiet pain
our heads are upside down no smiles just miles
of silent ranks we are the guilty waiting for the axe
until smack
our heads are reeling back and that's that

silence breeds a new creation from him
a new understanding
and now that he can no longer hold her
he grows that little bit older

and all they need now is a little bit of sweet relief

when she was young
she used to think that every star in that dark sky
was a tear in a canvas lit from behind
by a blinding sheet of light
just covered by the night

not that she knows where it's at now
now that she knows they're all just
burning balls of gas now
in a sea of nothing
she still feels
something

she misses him she realises
and god he misses her
but how was she to know that her backdrop
was going to melt away
that her time to play was running out
running south
running way down below
and falling so damn slowly and surely
into something she just have never known

she grabs her sheets and pulls them
close to her body now
'cause there's no need to worry now love
and as we find sleep
as we find peace in slumber
we grow that little bit older

and all we need now is a little bit of sweet relief

all we need is a little bit of sunlight

all we need is to breathe