New Street, You Can Take It - Johnny Foreigner

You think you’re pretty subtle

You’re a satellite crashing

I know you couldn’t stop

Careful of the witch trials

There’s been rumours tracked like concrete cracks

And every time you say the words, it means less

Think you’ve pretty subtle

You’re a satellite crashing

I know you couldn’t stop

And all those empty bottles are testament to something you lost

Or stopped needing a long time ago

Every glass smash, a sympathy for someone you lost

You kinda always know when it’s over

But you still carry on