Another One - Declan Welsh and The Decadent West

It’s been a weird one

It’s been a year

Nothing is happening

And no one is near (Oh it’s been a year)

How carefree a touch seemed

How normal and strange

How’s everyone doing?

Does anything change?

(Oh it’s been a year)

All that I’m saying is that I’ve no reason

To set the alarm, and now that we’re done speaking

Aye, I’ve been the same, up to fuck-all really

Up to much yourself?

Was good to sorta see you

I read somewhere

The reason I’m feeling the way that I’m feeling

Is because of the things that I’m eating

The way that I’m sleeping

At last as a token, I guess, I should stop smoking

I’ve bcome scared of the endless expanse

That lays dormant outside my front door

And what if I’ve forgotten things?

What if I can’t dance?

What if I couldn’t before?

All that I’m saying is that I’ve no reason

To set the alarm, and now that we’re done speaking

Aye, I’ve been the same, up to fuck-all really

Up to much yourself?

Was good to sorta see you

At least we have health

Temporary as it is

In a world that’s built like this

Oh, when silence turns to sound

When someone buys a round

I’ll feel much better then

I’ll love you then, my friend

When streets are warm with noise

When we have a choice

When I can see your face

We’ll share a fond embrace

I just want to be there where we were, before (I don’t want the moon,

but someday soon)

I just want to be there where we were, before (I'd like to sing with you)

I just want to be there where we were, before (I don’t want the moon,

but someday soon)

I just want to be there where we were, before (I'd like to sing with you)

When silence turns to sound

When someone buys a round

I’ll feel much better then

I’ll love you then, my friend