our rusty crown All apologies and queues and bright red people with ludicrous views And the last day of summer trickles down the drain Tears for the wedding and smiles for the funeral Stay in your car, you know you're not as useful as you were Oh what now? I came to your school fete, I'm a sucker for a raffle I couldn't see the trees but I could smell the rotten apples Quick, everyone inside, we're wait until the rain ends Was our year cursed? Another dead school friend burns away Tears for the weddings, smiles for the funeral Stay in the car, you know you're not as useful as you were Oh, what now? Where ridicule is something to be proud of Mopeds buzzing by like angry wasps in the dying light Tears weddings for the weddings and smiles for the funeral Stay in the car, you know you're not as useful as you were Oh, what now? See the sun going down on our rusty crown Feel the blood running down our rusty crown See the sun going down in our rusty crown EXIT (Words - GA Johnson) Maybe it's time to get out? Maybe it's time to get out? We all have our reasons We all have our doubts Maybe it's time to get out? THE FAINT HORIZON (Words - GA Johnson) In youth, we think too little In age, we think too much In youth, of what's to come In age, of what we've lost