Lyrics Tiny Ruins – Down South

Now you’re down there
Where the day ends gracefully
None of the brutality of further South

Swallows fly low

Over here, over here
Where the day crawls to its sticky end
None of the grace of home

Me just a blank face on the end of the phone
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone

Remember when we were down south
Amidst squalor and hilarity
The time when I socked you one in the face
Down by the post-box in the early morning
Down by the post-box in the early morning

I’d been up, and out, a good part of the night
Searching the gutters for your body
And I was so beside myself with worry

You were ok
Mildly embarrassed
I stormed off in a rage
To my day-job as a waitress

Remember when we were down South
Amidst squalor and hilarity
Remember when we were down South
Amidst squalor and hilarity

Please remember my face
The way I wore it when I was worried
Please remember my face