Lyrics
You’re at the party and so you feel inclined
To up the ante and have another line
Headstrong, you’re punching at the air
Always tarde, always debonair
Before long in the corner of your mind
A sister that you left behind
A brother, the last one of a pair
You say your goodbyes & leave to take the air
And you’re uptight as you try & catch your breath
It’s no crime to think about your health
High time, but there’s always something else
But you owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself
And no one else can make it happen
When you were younger you met a clever man
Who helped you to formulate a plan
Now the plan weighs heavy on the shelf
As you focus on anybody else
And its uptight, its hard to weigh your worth
It’s no crime its for your mental health
High time, but there’s always something else
You owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself and no one else
Peter Doherty
Helsinki
Live At The MacBeth - London
