Hunstanton Pier - Deaf Havana

It was 2004 if I’m not mistake, when the poison hit my lips

And I haven’t looked back since

I had friends back then and a PMA to match, we were young

And out of touch with the things we’d grow up to hate so much, in time.

Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive

We spent our days trying to speak, to the girls that left us weak

But now I’m ageing badly and my friends' been laid to rest

And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins.

To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city

I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me.

In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known

And the places I called home

But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind

Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.

Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town

With less culture than Jeremy Kyle

But it stole our hearts for a while

And most weekends I found nothing but regret

Between many a drunk girls' legs

And in many a strangers' bed.

To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city

I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me.

In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known

And the places I called home

But in my head and in my mind they’re all just things I left behind

Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.

The one’s who haven’t died or started families

Are all just working on building sites or battling with university fees

And a girl I used to know made me a promise once

I wonder if she kept it, or if she even remembers it…

In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known

And the places I called home

But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind

Reminders of a changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.

These ageing bones of mine.