Empathy and Apathy.

[Intro] (Chiptune synth solo Instrumental) [Verse 1] Parked- (Quiet) Sitting in the driver's seat Black clove and menthol-(djarum) Curl up into grey skies Black coffee warms red fingers Watching the sun slow demise Everybody's going somewhere I've got nowhere left to be tonight [Pre-Chorus] Apathy and empathy Fighting for the best of me I learned young to disappear Still don't know what kept me here [Chorus] Caught between empathy and apathy Tomorrow, we will be OK Tomorrow -(I s'pose) That's what we used to say And if I don't believe it I'll say it anyway Tomorrow We will be OK [Verse 2] Rusted fences by the hedgerows Running nowhere through the trees Hiding out from household noise With Player 2 and scraped-up knees Grunge tapes looping on a Walkman CRT glow across the floor Call the worst years better times 'Cause we don't live there anymore [Bridge] Strange the things the mind keeps hold of Strange the things it leaves behind Put a golden frame around it Call the worst years better times [Pre-Chorus] Apathy and empathy Some days I still feel both in me We grew up learning how to leave Then spent our lives trying to believe [Chorus] Caught between empathy and apathy Tomorrow, we will be OK (I s'pose) Tomorrow That's what we used to say And if I don't believe it I'll say it anyway Tomorrow We will be OK [Instrumental] The chiptune melody returns. Distorted guitar gradually picks up the exact same lead line, note for note. Heavy half-time drums enter. What began as something small and innocent becomes enormous. The melody is eventually almost swallowed by feedback and white noise. [Verse 3] Stood underneath fluorescent lights Counting hours, counting change Old band shirts beneath our work clothes Funny what survives the years Keys and coffee on the sideboard Another grey and ordinary day Still looking for those empty fields We used to run through anyway [Breakdown] Maybe it wasn't better Maybe we were only young Maybe memory paints the sunlight Over all we left undone But I remember running And I remember being free And some days that's enough To mean something to me (Brief silence.) [Final Chorus- large band swell] Empathy and apathy Tomorrow, we will be OK (I S'pose) Tomorrow That's what we still say And if we don't believe it We'll say it anyway Tomorrow We will be OK Tomorrow, We will be OK (YEAH, I GUESS!) Tomorrow, We will be OK [Outro- bande fade out to only an acoustic guitar] And Tomorrow. We'll be ok.