Day in the life of indie

Verse 1

Floorboards groan

Old springs creak and crackle under weight

The curtains let a single sliver of the grey

Rubbing dirt from tired heavy eyes

Four missed calls

The bass player says we lost the van

Drummer wants to quit the scene

Managed Indie since I was seventeen

Found my shoes

Kicked the empty beer cans out the way

Chorus

Stumble out

Into the cold street

Chasing down the rhythm

Trying to make the rent

Trying to make it home

Trying to find my head

Post-Chorus

Moving fast

Moving slow

Moving on

Verse 2

Dusty flat

Spilled some milk across the map

Check the schedule on the fridge

The guitar strings are rusted red

Dirty jeans

Dirty boots

Dirty minds on the tube

Plug the lead into the cracked head

Let the feedback roar until I feel it

Turn it up

Let it bleed

Chorus

Stumble out

Into the cold street

Chasing down the rhythm

Trying to make the rent

Trying to make it home

Trying to find my head

Post-Chorus

Moving fast

Moving slow

Moving on

Bridge

London rain is soaking through my shirt

London rain is washing off the hurt

And I sing

And I sing

And I sing until the throat feels dry

Chorus

Stumble out

Into the cold street

Chasing down the rhythm

Trying to make the rent

Trying to make it home

Trying to find my head

Post-Chorus

Moving fast

Moving slow

Moving on

Outro

Just a bloke in a band

In the morning

Just waking up

Indie dreams

Waking up