Southbound by Style Council
Tonight i set sail, southbound, seventy five underground.
Seconds fly as white lines pass underneath on black streets.
I step inside and remove my eyes from my skull, jar up for night.
Gray sleep brings vivid dreams.
Show me the scars of my heart.
Wake up now begin again.
Out cold from a hard day.
I'll think of it later if we will be the same.
Does puity come with age.