Finding Money

Lyrics

She said, "Meeting you's just like finding money It's the kind of joy that reminds you of your cage." So he says, "I'm not being funny, but I'm not the kind of boy that joy pays a living wage." And I'm like, "There's no such thing as last trains There's just bigger gaps between them." So I say, "There's no such thing as tears in the rain If no one's close enough to see them." And if we don't give it a rattle they will turn us into cattle, oh… Let's find a face I know, A place to go I came to take you home Pebbledash house with a 2-step beat Drunk parents ask me where I see myself Sun goes up, sun goes down My love for you will not be beaten Pebbledash house with a 2-step beat Dumb billboards ask me where I see myself Sun goes up, sun goes down My love for you will not be beaten I see myself living in a cathedral of my own fantasies All bathed in roses on the centre stage I see myself in strangers' houses, the subject of Some lovelorn, fucked-up, drugged-up serenade I see myself… and I think yeah boy, you could come of age Directing death cults in the Everglades Drinking Palomas and Perrier Driving beauty queens on benzedrine to Gretna Green My A65 Star's British Racing Green (…and then I woke up) With a daughter we called 'England' In a town we named 'Despair' With a future forged from nothing But a feeling in the air (But what a feeling, what a feeling, oh…) They'll tell you no one comes from nowhere And nothing means a thing And nowhere that you're going Can compare to where you've been They'll tell ya no one comes from nowhere And nothing means a thing And nowhere that you're going Can compare to where you've been And I say, "Fuck 'em…"