so here is a story.

the kid was a king

Remember when we were lords Of that wooden hall with a battered stage Of that stretch of road from Tynemouth to cullercoats Where sand kissed gravel and wind kissed our throats Remember when we were kings Of that attic with a dubious view Of a girl in the distance Guitar given blisters Of you on your bike Of too many fights That where never our fault I believe Remember when We were fearless The kid was a king Remember when Train tracks at midnight Split our coastline Ear to ear Boys got questions Didn’t learn the lesson to keep his mouth shut Boy brings trouble But he doesn’t mind He knows he will find A truth in the friction Less of the fiction that Scars the undertow