Bright Sunny Day The Streets

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Never get to overhear two folk talk
And mentally give them my own two thoughts
I'll never have my phone die in an open space
And not know what to do with the emotions on my face
Never again I'll read those books, I'll never read
I'll never again water the dead flowers in my house
Sometimes your attitude's your only limit
Sometimes you're the statue, but mostly you'rе the pigeon
I got greedy with the talkin', should'vе gave a little listen
But that's like a toilet complaining about pissin'
I'll get no grave but the sea, I wish a pauper's grave
No eulogy, just a "for fuck's sake"
I'll never stand and skim stones into a lake and wonder
Whether one day there'll be none left 'cause they're all in the lake
Bad things after, happen on a roll
The world gave me its phone to look at just one photo
But I had to have a scroll

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it