A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach He was a friend that I could not reach He thought I was cold but I understand But for the grace of god goes another man
And I may just waste away from doing nothing But you're a martyr for even less
A choirboy is buried on the moors Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored So some kids are best left to fend for themselves And others were born to stack shelves
And I may just waste away from doing nothing But you're a martyr for even less