Old Friends - Blancmange

Roof tiles dry after heavy night of rain

Any moment now it will start to rain again

Car glides by, you marvel at the Doppler

Express the morning glory (like you, happy ever after)

On the news and Facebook led

It’s all about a whippet

The social world is up in arms

You check your watch

It’s raining again

You’ll take reflections

On hectic beige concrete

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friend

At this moment back in crime

Changing in a back room

Got the medal on the table

Polished to oblivion

Been seen in light

Returning from the passages

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friends

Suffer in science

Terror rising terror

Shocking thoughts

Burning acidic in your mind

Full of nothingness

Adapting in post-truth

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friends

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friends

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friends

To know it’s true

You know it’s true old friends