Superhuman (Original mix)

Saturday's finally here,
And I'd recognise that sound of your motorbike a mile off.
How come you don't just live here?
Then everyday could be a Saturday.
Lost in the woods, felling dead trees wi' ma superhuman powers,
And eating wood sorrel, you taught me that.
You used to used to scare the shit out of me,
If I dropped a crisp packet..

But I'd take a day with your rage, over a week with your absence.

And these days you hold the door, and sometimes I walk through it,
And join you in watering your flowers.
Together we watch them flourish,
While your back garden wilts.
Scaffolding your walls in one of your old boiler suits,
Av got ma foot in your door.
And lying on your hard, concrete floor,
Surrounded by angelic crayon drawings..

Of all the colours, of the rainbow oh oh.

Wi' spiders running over ma face, I wonder,
If I had a bed, what would it've felt like?
And if I had a room, would it be the big yellow one?
I wonder.
At the dinner table, everyone's laughing, but I don't get the joke.
I guess you had to be there,
And am somewhere else.
I feel about as welcome as a Christmas song in July.

And these days I keep a safe distance, you taught me that.
And these days I do hassle free, no strings attached one night stands.
These days I've got hassle free, no strings attached internet porn.
These days I find adventure in the bars where I meet ma rage.
And these days it's all about those Wednesday afternoons,
Coz these days I take what I can, and I buy maself a pair of ears.

Setting the world to rights, wi' ma superhuman powers.
Punching through walls, wi' ma superhuman powers.