Catharsis

I've got nothin to say to you, sight of your face, it fucks me off too
Don´t care nothin bout the things that you do but - Youre still here.

Never listened to things that you say, don't wanna go to work every day
all I wanna do is keep out of your way but - Youre still here.

And as we sit in the silence of our room, one of us might speak out.
Sometimes soon but I hope. Because - I like it that way.

We dont speak, cos our body is dead. We're even sleeping in different beds
I dont remember anything you ever said - But I need you here.

(Sometimes the words of angry Geordies soothes the soul & puts things in perspective).