Benjamin Clementine Gone

I remember walking down the A406

Holding bags of mother sent cornflakes

Guessing somebody might have noticed

A little boy big head small ears

Whilst making a ballad through a Sunday mist

Sure we’ve all been there, done it

Prepare a little time to reminisce

On all that eventually falls into nothingness

Oh, all will be gone

After all

Before we all get to the knowing

All will be gone

I went back to where life seemed promising at first

Gambling on memory’s lane

I tried a trip through all the pavement, fields

But I lost cause all had changed

Like the road I used to cross to school

Is now full of prostitutes

No wonder why the priest is dead

No wonder why the priest is dead

No, brother, when did you get married?

Neighbours, where did you vanish to?

If it was to a wonderland

Well, it’s not known to my kind, mankind

All will be gone

After all

Before we all get to the knowing

All will be gone

And what about relationships?

What is it about relationships that we just don’t get?

Here we are always thinking we’ve learnt

Only to get smacked and realize we are

But mere students of life

And it feels like

We’ve been fighting a lost battle

To have always realized at the end of it all

It feels like

We’ve been brought to a royal banquet

Just to be served a brew and a wretched floor

But I say

I say

It doesn’t matter anymore

It doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter

All because I’m here now

I can’t go back, it’s too late

And so I will get it all going

Whilst it all gets lost and gone