Why Write A Letter That You'll Never Send Lyrics - The Drones

i see seaweed on the lawn 

there's no point coming here no more 

do you remember way back when? 

when weeks sank in the swimming pool 

holidays were cotton wool 

your bald tyre friends, the pelicans, cowboys and indian 

admit it, she was kinda cute 

her panties were your parachute 

they found her near the airport, in a crater, near the bend 

where she and i'd walk by the zoo 

not knowing we'd do what all plagues do 

i forget her all the time these days and be forgotten too 

we're lockstepping in our billions 

lockstepping in our swarms 

lockstepping in the certainty that more need to be born 

i was fine but not the whole time, see 

i fiddled while Rome stewed 

it choked my heart, but spades are spades 

my head's here now to tell you 

we're lockstepping in our billions 

lockstepping in our swarms 

lockstepping in the certainty that more need to be born 

and ain't that just the way things are 

yeah you always went too far 

and ain't that just the way things go 

passports please, sir you are next 

do you fly direct or indirect? 

as the years bleed off that answer's getting harder to detect 

like all the rare air on the cabin floor 

your inflight film's a score that should be settled 

once the holster calcifies around your neck 

but now it's prefab bars, tax free cigars 

stopovers in Bahrain 

and they put horse tranqs in the fuel tanks and the staff are all insane 

and we're lockstepping in our billions 

lockstepping in our swarms 

lockstepping in the certainty that more need to be born 

i'm like a Lockheed in a thunderhead 

an Airbus in the sea 

the sky is blue, i am too 

yet everything seems clear 

we're lockstepping in our billions 

lockstepping in our swarms 

lockstepping in the certainty that more need to be born 

but ain't that just the way things are 

yeah you always went too far 

but ain't that just the way things go 

she'd recollect how fucked you were 

all matter of a fact 

and then defend you, being squeamish about the knife stuck in her back 

she only sang the dead bird songs 

and now i know them all 

it's like i'm shooting at a shadow 

that a bomb burned on the wall 

and we're lockstepping in our billions 

lockstepping in our swarms 

lockstepping in the certainty that more need to be born 

there ain't no making what you're breaking 

nothing left of her to clone 

i can't remember how she looked although 

i do recall her smile coming down the telephone 

but ain't that just the way things are 

yeah you always went too far 

and ain't that just the way things go 

yeah pretending you don't know.