Half full, half empty
Our hope runs always half full
Are we relevant, quite like irrelevant
Our chance to discard conformity
This is our chance
Are we relevant, we're craving relevance
And though we might be the humble lot
We've certainly got something they'll never have
Top class, working class, middle class
Two way mirror glass
God knows why it's raining, I'm haorsened by the raining
Wanted in the boundaries of our town's skin
We're unwanted
I wish that it was raining, prefer it when it's raining
And though we might be the humble lot
We've certainly got something they'll never have
And though we might be the humble lot
We've certainly got something they'll never have
I don't wanna lie, but I cant be all true
I feel like Lear's fool, but that's nothing new
Learn to adore us, cos we're here to stay
To see all those hipster bands, buried alive some day
Our faltering smiles, they certainly strike me
Oh how un-kissed they are, this is reality
It's you and I, it's me and you
Oh it's you and I, it's me and you