Текст Lloyd Cole – Remains

Now we’re alone
What are we to do
In all this space and time?
No weight below

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