The Cricketers

And it’s a word that ends in ship
A preposition I am fighting with
I don’t think I care enough about you
I don’t think I care enough about you

I'm fairly convinced of where we can hide
Yeah we can hide in the twin cinema
And we can see heath ledger smile
These golden days shadows of ours

And it’s a postcard signed with love
To a city where the songbirds have long since flown
I don’t think I can remember the truth
I don’t think I can remember you

Millennium kids the dog shit’s dried white
Now we sleep under the cricketers
Judging books and boys by spines
Now we sleep under the cricketers
And we can dream between the lines
These golden days shadows of ours

We’re denim black
Fading into the night
But the night is young
And the night is ours
Stay golden my hometown

And the highway lies before us

These golden days
I don’t think I care enough about you