late day peaks

Manic Street Preachers

So move indoors, be happy to hide
Avert your gaze as the cinemas die
There is no shame in a smaller world
Become an expert in what you observe

What you observe, what you observe

As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong

Deeper beneath ashes and the leaves
A young lonely poet will fall to his knees
A learning curve, or impossible dream
Or just some tired and tattered remains

Tattered remains, tattered remains

As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong

In the late day peaks of life
There s a moment that always survives
The ghosts in the rooms of your house
Are the roots and keepers of your love