Yesterday I spent asleep  Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap  Spent the night trying to make a deadline  Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline    I have your face here in an old Polaroid  Tidying the children’s clothes and toys  You’re smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge  Can’t remember what then we did    I haven’t been with a woman, it feels like for years  Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears  This shitty world sometimes produces a rose  The scent of it lingers and then it just goes    Return the call to home    The worst of us are a long drawn out confession  The best of us are geniuses of compression  You say you’re not going to leave the truth alone  I’m here ‘cos I don’t want to go home    Child drinking dirty water from the river bank  Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank  I’m waiting on the waiter, he’s taking a while to come  Watching the sun go down on Lebanon    Return the call to home    Now I’ve got a head like a lit cigarette  Unholy clouds reflecting in a minaret  You’re so high above me, higher than everyone  Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?    Choose your enemies carefully ‘cos they will define you  Make them interesting ‘cos in some ways they will mind you  They’re not there in the beginning but when your story ends  Gonna last with you longer than your friend    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN