Hope In Hell

It seems that autumn hasn't caught up with us yet
You feel the greenhouse effect on the top deck
But time will wash by when you leave it unchecked
Unless you're skint and lonely then those days really do stretch

Back at the flat and you're flying off the rails
I'd rather not go into all of the grisly details
Does the night amuse you early in the eve?
Does the night abuse you when everybody leaves?

'Hope you're well..'
Not a hope in hell, no
On the ropes still waiting on the bell
To rescue you

Just the echo of your voice is all you get
Just the specters twisting out the cigarette
Just the euros from some forgotten quest
For the holes in your brogues is all that you have left

Just the billings for the ceiling that still leaks
Just the fillings in your fucking teeth
Just the be-all and end-all that you lost
Just the phone call you can make a sacred dew of

'I hope you're well..'
Not a hope in hell, no
On the ropes still waiting on the bell
To rescue you
To rescue you