Vintage Idiots Look you now, over yonder At far reaching oceans of grey Cross yourself and cross the water Long's the night, short is the day Landing here at none too distant shores Shift the shingle up the beach Behold your dark inheritance The poisoned chalice within reach And I looked and I saw and i knew that it was bad That smell as old and stale as time These vintage idiots never had The chance to dream, to reconcile In the last days, in the dark days When your eyes were full Of distance, space; of memory Dreams left unfulfilled What were they, those secrets? The peaks you thought you'd scale To prove you'd really done it To prove you hadn’t failed And I looked and I saw and i knew that it was bad That smell as old and stale as time These vintage idiots never had The chance to dream, to reconcile Well you never did fail us Kept us all afloat in the chaos Old age creeps; the sneak, invidious Turns us all to vintage idiots But you kicked its arse with crippled legs And live on strong inside our heads Our hearts, alas, already full Of useless love to offer you