Benedict Cumberbatch - Flat Of Angles Part 3 lyrics

I'll miss you I'll miss our walks Trying to pretend we are in perfect step Out of step now Sick on the floor Out of the room Fenced in, trapped I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10: 30 It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn't now It seems alright A replacement, a continuation Their sound jangles around the room It sounds so different from where I've been A party, alone Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone People dance too close She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on So I took a long walk around the block Taking a few extra lefts and rights Past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter Then along a crescent that arced me out of my way Past a group of figures huddled Under the entrance to the flats Shielding the flicking lighter from the wind This... area is little more Than a traffic island A triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent Or out into Kent and the coast The same faces trudge around there for yeas "Spare some change please? Much as possible." "You want to buy some weed." "Do you have a spare cigarette?" He always wants one And that one about weed was not a question There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a black-bricked terrace It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside There is red paint up to the £0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher Is written £200, 000 It never got any warmer there The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee A child's sleeping bag JJB sports A crack, a release, his poor exhaust He was lost The Broadway The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite A coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe £5 to Meaning go way back I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know Or worse, someone who knows me walks by I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat Look, there's the hardware store It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls The woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming It has faded in the sun I bought creosote from there, once What a night! Pure ment.! It was messy! It was out of hand! It was out of space! I rapped on that track once, at Bagley's, remember it?! Skibbadee handed me the mic I got to shout "I'M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!" Absolutely fantastic, those days… The pills these days are not the same, they don't work No love