Trophies - Baxter Dury

You boy

Just go back to bed

Watch that TV set where the posh girls cry and sleep

They will

Always forgive you

For the harm that you’ve caused by being so still

Tempting to do nothing with you at all

Underneath

Your eyes

Are the trophies

Of your life

You must wake up

Just breathe

And embrace

Today

You boy

Just go back to bed

Watch that TV set where the posh girls cry and sleep

We will

Always look out for you

Places inside, love tries to hide

(?), been left behind so long

Underneath

Your eyes

Are the trophies

Of your life

You must wake up

Just breathe

And embrace

Today