East St
(c) words & music matt ralph 2015
On the sixth floor of a high rise
With the smell of mould and leaking gas
It’s rusty rails and a view out to the sea
Was my first pad on east st
If I could go back to that time together
Of diamonds and pearls lying on the beach
Is there something I could say or do
To keep those shadows out of reach?
Days past since those times we spent together
Living high up on east st
Now 20 years on and I never see you ever
And it’s hard to believe
That we knew even back then
This was the end my friend
That we knew even back then
This was the end my friend
Across the sand that horse was running
At a pace I couldn’t match and it wasn’t just the sun going down
Across the dock cranes and the tracks
Days past since those times we spent together
Living high up on east st
Now 20 years on and I never see you ever
And it’s hard to believe
That we knew even back then
This was the end my friend
That we knew even back then
This was the end my friend
The falling sun was setting
It still hasn’t
Risen again
Since you drove me to the plane
And in the car we were singing
As we drove away
This is the end my friend
The falling sun was setting
It still hasn’t
Risen again
Since you drove me to the plane
And in the car we were singing
As we drove away
This is the end my friend
This is the end my friend
This is the end my friend
