Текст песни The Decline - I'm Not Like You

Friday night, it is raining and I find you here
Our local pub hasn't change through all these years
Around you I everything remains the samed
But through the smoke I can see your eyes are now grey

I'm not like you
I still have these dreams
Every fucking pint has a joyful taste

Can you tell me
How your hours have turn to days
How things you loved are dead and you've gone astray
Around you you everything remains the same
But inside you our youth, our hopeful youth's dead

I'm not like you
I still have these dreams
Every fucking pint has a joyful taste