Lyrics
The comet is coming
Babylon burned down
Our time has come, our clock has run down
The earth has cracked, the mountains popped
The rivers ripped, the air's chilled
Skyscrapers falling like volume turned down
I see it all
From the cliffside
By the ringside
From the front seat view of the riptide
I, this man
Who lit this matchstick
Overstand the futility of my antics
How pointless the decimals, the zeros in my fabric
My trainers, my fabric
My designer casket
Just me
The last link in this unbroken chain
Who fell away and came to life on crucifix lane
I, this man
Never the right level say
I know this now
I know this now
All that matters is the moments
All that matters is the moments
Yeah
A dash of clarity holding half a bowl of chips
My shaking hands over just above her hips
Oh, wasn't she a class I could do with a sip
A country of dreams wrote an anthem on her lips
All of my lyrics never made a good song
Years good work in the end went wrong
I broke some affairs, some affairs broke me
Spent too long daydreaming over what I couldn't see
What was, what is and what probably won't be
I know the claustrophobia of family
The cold comfort of friendship
Numb touch of concrete, the soles of my feet
Shutters fell on bricks and arches, history deleted
Oh London, my love, my mast
Like dominoes the plastic people stumble into past
Breeze block and grey colour squash into the Thames
South East London gargling flames
I know this now, I know this now
All that matters is the moments
All that matters is the moments
Bruised knuckle pack of vice
Split lips, spurn of vice
Brush of blood, stood in crowd
Beach house playing loud