Sir Simon Battle:16°C

16°C ... end of december
it's so hard to tell something new
the smell of the city and paper-cup coffee
it's hard to believe but it's true

and we are repeating ourselves
like good songs with bad refrains

15°C ... end of the evening
it's so hard to get off to sleep
holding the line with the hands in my pockets
the distance we're trying to keep

and we are repeating ourselves
like good songs with bad refrains

the television set is way up too tired to tell us more lies
phone companies cut our connections while silence keeps killing our time

13°C ... six in the morning
there's barely a light on the street
the newspaper headlines start telling us stories
we're all going to get what we need

and we are repeating ourselves
like good songs with bad refrains