I picked up the fight with you right where I should have left it
And I never liked you until you were on your deathbed
Calculated the times we hated in the room of no belief.
So put down your guns and let's enjoy the sun a bit
We got on so well once we stripped away the lying
An armchair and a fountain and the best drugs known to science
Read you headlines, with no timeline
And that room was filled with peace and dust and Hawkwind in your hair
So put down your guns and let's enjoy the sun a bit