Right hook my sense of unease, Trying to meditate to the sound of drums Because the sun's been up all day and so have we Dissolved like ice-cream on a hot tongue, Yours, mine, panting like dogs. 3... 2... 1... Through 30 millimetre film, Playing deadly duck, duck, goose while you Regale me with stories Regale us with youth, And there's cold in my shirt warm beer on my leg. How long have we been here? Ignoring the weight of our problems wedged between being children and adults and knowing we were friends, From the moment we realised we were scared, even today you can still call us scared.