Running home
Past the empty office space
In the half filled business park
That's where you first saw the place
When the lights went down
And the lights went down
And the night was rustling
Like an empty bag of crisps
And the salt still on your lips
Like a song on a radio
Like a song on a radio
Let it all go, now
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh
Don't crow
To that death mentality
To that look but never see
To that old monotony
All the knives are out
All the smiles are out
And the life just muscles in
And you keep your eyes apart
And you feel yourself drift past
Like the songs on a radio
Like the songs on a radio
When did it all go
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh
