Mildred - Deaf Havana

Has it really been three years since we chose that name?

And sat in each other’s rooms with our guitars and dreams of fame.

We used to stay up and plan our lives to the sound of your worn LPs.

And drink through 'til the morning light against the backdrop of the sea.

It just seems, seems like we lost a friend

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.

Now it just seems, seems like we lost a friend.

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.

And now you’re away in the city, I’m still here by the sea

And you work in a relentless job, while you should still be free

Without the noose of maturity hung around your neck

There’s the weight of an old-age man in the sound of your every step.

It just seems, seems like we lost a friend

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.

Now it just seems, seems like we lost a friend.

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.

When I last stepped inside your house (inside your house)

We stayed up 'til the early hours (the early hours)

But you looked to me and said, 'I can’t' (said, 'I can’t')

'We're sudden strangers', but I swore that I was still the same

It just seems, seems like we lost a friend

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.

Now it just seems, seems like we lost a friend.

It feels like the end.

It feels like the end.