California, Norfolk
Tim Bowness & Peter Chilvers
GENRE Your mother says you've gone to waste
You'd wait in rooms while others chased
How come you sit so strange?
Kids race along the crumbling pier
With cheap beliefs and cheaper beer
How come it always rains?
Ancient hands across the sand, wave
Ancient hands across the sand, wave
Wave
His tattooed arms and fading charms
Your slimming fads that drove him mad
How come that nothing's changed?
The high school class of '91
Is dead and gone, is dead and gone
How come it always rains?
You'd wait in rooms while others chased
How come you sit so strange?
Kids race along the crumbling pier
With cheap beliefs and cheaper beer
How come it always rains?
Ancient hands across the sand, wave
Ancient hands across the sand, wave
Wave
His tattooed arms and fading charms
Your slimming fads that drove him mad
How come that nothing's changed?
The high school class of '91
Is dead and gone, is dead and gone
How come it always rains?
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