Texty: Maximo Park. The Kids Are Sick Again.

The comforting ache of the summer holidays
Pointless days pining, afternoons whining
The suburbs scream at passers by
They scream of escape, muted sirens

In wasted light hope takes flight

I don't mind losing self-respect
I've done it before and I'll do it again
I'm stifled tonight which is fine
I've done it before and I'll do it again

Billboards evanescence under regular beams of light
Toothpaste smiles don't seem so bright

Homogenize, don't revise

I don't mind losing self-respect
I've done it before and I'll do it again
I'm thwarted tonight, which is fine
You see I've done it before and I'll do it again

The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue

The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue

The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue

The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to