[Verse 1]

All the roses and all your ideas

All your desolation and coloured tears

All your papers are picking up dust again

All the dreams you made at high tide

On the cold ocean of sweat you had

Your five fingers are picking up dust again

[Chorus]

So call me buddy

But don’t call me friend

So you can shoot to the top on solid action

I’m picking up stars again

And in the blink of a solid action

I’m falling through the floors again

[Verse 2]

All your demons and solid ideas

All your intuition, your ill-placed fears

All your papers are picking up dust again

On the beach side, or in your hotel

Are you at the station with your tombstone bell

Are you missing, or picking up dust again

[Chorus]

So call me buddy

But don’t call me friend

So you can shoot to the top on solid action

I’m picking up stars again

And in the blink of a solid action

I’m falling through the floors again

[Post-Chorus]

And it’s a short, sharp hit

A solid action

I’m fading through light again

Then I can rush to the top of solid action

And it’s killing my heart again

[Chorus]

So call me buddy

But don’t call me friend

So you can shoot to the top on solid action

I’m picking up stars again

And in the blink of a solid action

I’m falling through the floors again

[Post-Chorus]

And it’s a short, sharp hit

A solid action

I’m fading through light again

Then I can rush to the top of solid action

And it’s killing my heart again

[Outro] x11

Do you feel let down?