Sanoja: Jam. Wasteland.

Meet me on the wastelands, later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do
In this drab and colorless place

Sit amongst the rubber tyres
Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac
People have no use for amongst
The smouldering embers of yesterday

And when or if the sun shines
Lighting our once beautiful features
We'll smile but only for seconds

For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life
A brave but useless show of compassion
And that is forbidden in this drab and colorless world

Meet me on the wastelands, the one's behind
The old houses, the one's left standing pre-war
The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities
Councils call homes

There amongst the shit, the dirty linen
The holy Coca Cola tins, the punctured footballs
The ragged dolls, the rusting bicycles
We'll sit and probably hold hands

And watch the rain fall, watch it, watch it
Tumble and fall, tumble and falling
Like our lives, like our lives
Just like our lives

Talk about the old days
When the wastelands were released
When we could play and think without feeling guilty
Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands

Tumble and fall, tumble and falling
Like our lives, like our lives
Exactly like our lives