It’s fair to say I’ve liberalised of late
And I’m not sure that you’ll be responsive to change
And you’d spend your whole night in one room
And you’ll spend your whole life in one room

You’re on the way back up
What the hell does that mean?
If you’re still bad luck
What the hell am I doing here?

It’s fair to say I’ve spoken out of place
I didn’t know you were counting all my mistakes
But you packed up, you made your move
Yeah you took to another roof

You’re on the way back up
What the hell does that mean?
If you’re still bad luck
What the hell am I doing here?

It’s what you took down on the beach
I hold those thoughts so close to me
(What the hell am I doing here?)
I take a breath, submerge the sea
I wash it off, what’s left of this
(You’re on the way back up)

You’re on the way back up
What the hell does that mean?
If you’re still bad luck
What the hell am I doing here?

You’re on the way back up
What the hell does that mean?
If you’re still bad luck
What the hell am I doing here?