Lyrics: Harriet Zoe Pittard
Music: Harriet Zoe Pittard/Rowan Martin
We walk through ageing tombs
Climb up a spiralled view
This city holds onto memories
I can’t detach from you
Fireworks remind me of new year
Sometimes together the empty glass becomes so clear
Let’s raise a toast to the empty glass
Expansive parks, a patch of grass
Here lies the ashes of us I said
As I was cycling past
A stranger’s bed, and once a stranger said
“You must be happy within yourself
Before you get ahead.”
Get ahead, get ahead, you must be happy within yourself
Get ahead, get ahead, you must be happy within yourself