Meet me on the wastelands, later this day

We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe

For there's not much else to do

In this drab and colorless place

Sit amongst the rubber tyres

Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac

People have no use for amongst

The smouldering embers of yesterday

And when or if the sun shines

Lighting our once beautiful features

We'll smile but only for seconds

For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life

A brave but useless show of compassion

And that is forbidden in this drab and colorless world

Meet me on the wastelands, the one's behind

The old houses, the one's left standing pre-war

The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities

Councils call homes

There amongst the shit, the dirty linen

The holy Coca Cola tins, the punctured footballs

The ragged dolls, the rusting bicycles

We'll sit and probably hold hands

And watch the rain fall, watch it, watch it

Tumble and fall, tumble and falling

Like our lives, like our lives

Just like our lives

Talk about the old days

When the wastelands were released

When we could play and think without feeling guilty

Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands

Tumble and fall, tumble and falling

Like our lives, like our lives

Exactly like our lives