What do we do now?

All the bands we loved are dead

I always think of you

But it won't be the same again

Losing touch with friends from home

Twenty-one, twenty-two

These last few months I've been meaning to phone

Twenty-two, twenty-three

But every time I do

It seems like I've got less to say to you

I only go home twice a year

Twenty-three, twenty-four

Cause when I do it feels so weird

Twenty-four, twenty-five

Nothing's quite the same

Except the Buckfast bottles and the rain

CHORUS

What do we do now

Now we're ten years older

The bands we loved are dead

The bands we loved are dead

I always think of you

Whenever I smell cider

But it won't be the same again

We reminisce back days long gone

Thirty-one, thirty-two

We kicked about with Kappa tracksuits on

Thirty-two, thirty-three

But both our lives are changed

And this conversation feels so strained

That awkward pause at the end of the line

Thirty-three, thirty-four

I've got to go but let's catch up some time

Thirty-four, thirty-five

But time goes by so fast

And we can't keep living in the past

CHORUS

Do you still drink

Down the local

Is the local still the local?

Do you still see much of Coia?

Now she's moved in with her girlfriend?

What do we do now?

All the bands we loved are dead