When We Had Faces - Gavin Clark

They said the hand of God delivered the blow

But all that I know, it weren’t him that nearly killed you

I let you down, I never carried you home

I left you alone, to fend there for yourself

I see you out sometimes hung, drawn and square

You’re my Fraisse, the faces filled with sadness

For all that you gained, you still look hungry and weak

When I speak, I remember where I’m from

Well, it’s a long way back to the Meadway

It’s a long way back to the Strood

It’s a long way back to the Colosseum

When we had faces, Jude

When we had faces, Jude

I heard they filled your head with stories of joy

Said I could destroy the good things laid before you

I worked it out, but knew that you’d never hear

It’s strange how a year can cancel out a life

Well, it’s a long way back to the Meadway

It’s a long way back to the Strood

It’s a long way back to the Colosseum

When we had faces, Jude

When we had faces, Jude

Sometimes I go back, but I never stay

It’s wasting away, the world that we grew up in

One day you will see me down on the street

And when you hear me speak, you’ll remember where you’re from