Requiem For The Punters Club - The Lucksmiths

Have you been drinking?

'Cause it’s not too late to start

There’s still a week

Before they come and pull the place apart

And I was thinking

I have sorrows to be drowned

Too complete to contemplate

Without a friend around

On Brunswick Street the bits of broken glass

Sparkle brighter than the six or seven stars

And I’m reminded

Of a Sunday afternoon

How the sunlight caught the cigarette smoke

Curling through the room

And you behind it

Your hair in rubber bands

One more for the footpath

And we walked home holding hands

Like the weekenders and window-shoppers do

We were happier than either of us knew

So act surprised

It’s been a while since I came calling

I know it’s late

But old times' sake and all that junk

I’ll be alright

We’ll make tonight tomorrow morning

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows you’re drunk