Fifteen-year-old Francis
We need to have a word
I know 'cause I remember
That you cannot stand The Verve
But Richard Ashcroft had a point
Now I'm old enough to see
There's a million different people
You will be before you're me
I know I'm not
Everything that you had hoped and imagined that I would be
But I did my best
And I have seen things that you don't even know that you've never seen
We need to find some common ground
In the ruins that still stand
Between you and me, both of us want peace
Ceasefire
I'm haunted by a ghost
Who hides inside my body
Raging, rattling chains
Fifteen year old me
He judges my decisions
He scorns what I've become
And the hatred that consumes me
Starts and ends with him
I know I'm not
Everything that you had hoped and imagined that I would be
But I did my best
And I have seen things that you don't even know that you've never seen
We need to find some common ground
In the ruins that still stand
Between you and me, both of us want peace
Ceasefire
Then I came to clutching a paper map
Tattered and full of holes
Wandering through the ruins of north-east London
And I suspect if somehow I could hold
This map up to the sun I'd somehow find new words
Written in the backstreets and just perhaps
If I could stitch together
My evenings and my weekends like cells within a film
They'd tell you the story that you need to hear
That everything that you had hoped and imagined that you would be
Might not work out
You'll find yourself stuck in the ruins with maps that you cannot read
So come now, let's make peace between you and me
I can't leave you behind, you're always on my mind
This is ridiculous, I cannot live like this
Undone, undiagnosed, begging forgiveness of a ghost
Ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire
Ceasefire