Good Days For The Mates

Verse 1

Stub

Cold clay

Flattened filters in a ceramic tray

Grey mountains rising from the porcelain rim

We sit

We laugh

Stale beer bubbles in a cracked carafe

Dull silver tins getting heavy on the table

Black lungs and blue skies

Better days under lazy eyes

Chorus

Good days for the mates

Good days for the mates

Crushing out the embers on the iron gates

Pass the pack around

Pass the pack around

Feet planted firm on the common ground

Good days for the mates

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah

Pass it on

Yeah yeah

Verse 2

Match strike

Sulfur scent

Money for the week is already spent

Five of us crowded on a sagging porch

Lighter

Flicker

Everything is moving just a little bit quicker

Lungs full of smoke and hearts full of heat

Talk fast

Talk loud

Disappearing in a thick white cloud

Loose change and lucky breaks

Chorus

Good days for the mates

Good days for the mates

Crushing out the embers on the iron gates

Pass the pack around

Pass the pack around

Feet planted firm on the common ground

Good days for the mates

Bridge

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Old bikes covered in a coat of rust

I stayed

I saw

I stayed

Nothing feels like a chore

When we are sitting here

Waiting for the sun to disappear

Waiting for the sky to clear

Chorus

Good days for the mates

Good days for the mates

Crushing out the embers on the iron gates

Pass the pack around

Pass the pack around

Feet planted firm on the common ground

Good days for the mates

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah

Pass it on

Yeah yeah

Outro

Just one more

Keep the tab open

Just one more

Dirty glass

Heavy tray

Best kind of day

Best kind of day

Best kind of day