A Quick Fix - Press To Meco

Now that the spark has gone there’s no questioning

If there was anything even there at all

Nothing at all, nothing at all

The only one you can talk to looks at you appalled

But how can anyone pretend to care at all?

Care at all, care at all

Relics and artefacts and coin, enough to break your back

A golden hand is cold to hold you know

Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive

Yeah do you feel alive?

Can’t feel your face, you’ve been drinking

Left your compass at the sea of hops and barley

Oh eagle eyes, you see a quick fix across the room

She bats her eyes and gestures to you

Now you’ve gone and done it again

Now what you gonna do?

And when the morning comes

You crawl back to the only one

Who ever gave you strength to carry on

Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive

You know you’re always

Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive

Yeah do you feel alive?

Do you feel alive?

Searching, searching

Searching, you’re searching