If you want to be a somebody

You got to be somebody else

This is the self devastation society

You wear long sleaves, trouser suits

Skirts below the knees

High boots, nice scarf

Keep buttoned up baby, keep buttoned up baby

You think you are missing what makes you whole

You don't understand where it goes

Chip and pin for the soul

Learn to live with all the lines that come with growing old

You can hide the bruises, you can hide the scars

You can hide the depth of who you are

You can hide your fear, you can hide your lies

But you cant hide the hurt inside behind your eyes

I am going to  break out on my own

Convalesce in morcambe bay

Throw away my mobile phone

Let the high tide wash my thoughts away