Lyrics
The time is too short but never too long to reach ahead, to project the image, which will in time become a concrete dream. Another cigarette, another day, from A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E, 'cos E is where you play the blues. Avoiding a death is to win the game, to avoid relegation, the big E.
Drowning in the big swim, rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown