Concrete Feet

Lyrics

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Sat In Vicky Park… Let it all out, to a bottle, on a bench He said this city, is a criminal, a highway man, a thief Stole my perseverance It made off with my mental health It dumped me off at tower bridge with concrete on my feet and I'm struggling Oh and I'm struggling I'm looking for some guidance Can you spare an ounce of strength? So I can take this fucking sorry arse of mine back home to bed Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh And the bottle it said… Everybody makes decisions they regret sometimes Everyone makes certain judgements based on plans that never seem to find their way to a conclusion They change tact, they double back on promises they've made to themselves But you won't find the answers at the bottom of a bottle Cheap cider never paved the way for any kind of progress to be made But for what it's worth, it's one thing that I know You've got to let some parts die to let other parts grow Oh You'll always make mistakes, you'll always fuck shit up You will sometimes make bad choices and blame that shit on bad luck You will often face decisions that you do not want to make And you'll find yourselves on paths that you did not mean to take There is always an answer There is always a lesson A lining of silver around every situation And asking for help is not the same thing as failing