Remains - Lloyd Cole

Now we’re alone

What are we to do

In all this space and time?

No weight below

So how are we to stay?

And not just float away

Above the city

Where the young ones raise their glasses in the air

And drink without a care

For tomorrow

Here — our remains

But how are we to know

Our angle of repose?

We slip and slide

Compare alibis

Marking the days on the wall

And we’re nothing to no-one

We’re nothing, nothing now to no-one

Nothing to no-one