Floyd - The Spills

I asked Floyd about the future

He said it’s callous and cavernous

I hoped it was fallacy

I asked Floyd about the future

He cited no trauma that obvious

A relative apathy

And when she grows up she’ll know this

And notice there’s no surprises

There’s no surprises

And when she grows up she’ll know this

And notice there’s no surprises

There’s no surprises

She can read the signs

I’ll try, I’ll try

To keep things looking bright

Whilst we’re both picketing the diamond mine

I’ll try, I’ll try

To keep things looking bright

Whilst we write our future in graphite

I asked Floyd about the rumours

The mothers and daughters of chastity

The celibate celebrity

About the brides and the groomers

There’ll be no acts of such gravity

No such decadant pageantry

And when we grow up we’ll know this

And notice there’s no surprises

There’s no surprises

And when we grow up we’ll know this

And notice there’s no surprises

There’s no surprises

Don’t let the magnets oxidise in our heads

Don’t let the coils all start corroding when left

Found them outside in the wet

Coated in a sediment

I tried to scrape it off, you said

I only scratched the surface but I tried

And I’ll try, I’ll try

To keep things looking bright

Whilst we’re both picketing the diamond mine

I’ll try, I’ll try

To keep things looking bright

Whilst we write our future in graphite