They found him in the gutter at the business end of another Friday night
Someone who'd clearly been there before
I didn't feel I had to ask him why
I have never understood why we need to know the reasons
For everyone else's strifes
Sometimes you don't need sympathy to get the words right

Caught in anguish
He was
Sometimes that's enough
And he was singing

Oh, looks like the end again
Her body bleachin' out into the waves
It's still the loudest thing
Oh, I wish I had all my friends
Somewhere drinking
The sunny afternoon
Into oblivion
But that's not your fault
How could that be my fault?

So we walked into a house party of someone
Someone somehow knew all about
And all the young girls turned up late and drank us all
To some kind of standstill looks of "heard it all before"
And distant ideas of death and thrills

And in absence asked the host if he had any left
And somehow I did feel like yesterday was ours
But it's gone
Yesterday was ours all along
And they were singing

Oh, looks like the end again
Her body bleaching out into the waves
It's still the loudest thing
Oh, I wish I had all my friends
Out there drinking the sunny afternoon
Into oblivion
But that's not your fault
How could that be your fault?