I Broke Up in Amarante

I found a home away from home

As I broke up in Amarante

In the Campo do Carvalhal

Centre circle everyday

Erratic kamikaze

I co-piloted the swift

Dreamt I'm anchoring that midfield

Like the anchor in my midriff

I drifted through a month alone

As I broke up in Amarante

Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks

'Cause it's the only way to feel sane

The newspaper front on the counter top

Emblazoned spot kick miss

I couldn't even hum in your mother tongue

Just a thumbs down raspberry kiss

(It seems unfair)

To be a rotten horn of plenty

(It seems unfair)

To be cadaver for a curse

(It seems unfair)

To be an overflow for empty

(It seems unfair)

To try your best but feel the worst

I threw an empty bottle from way up

It thudded into the maw

Truth be told I spent the afternoon

And I threw fifteen more

I'm woken by a honking horn

Hungover, spread-eagle

Strength between the clicking crickets' knees

Enough to crush my skull

(It seems unfair)

To be a rotten horn of plenty

(It seems unfair)

To be cadaver for a curse

(It seems unfair)

To be an overflow for empty

(It seems unfair)

To try your best but feel the worst

You really can't complain

It's just a holiday

You fill a wall chart out

Thirty-one days away

It seems unfair

To be a rotten horn of plenty

Seems unfair

To be...

(Nah, I'm gonna need you to help me out here)

(It seems unfair)

To be an overflow for empty

(It seems unfair)

To try your best but feel the worst

(It seems unfair)

It seems unfair to be a rotten horn of plenty

(It seems unfair)

It seems unfair to be cadaver for a curse

(It seems unfair)

It seems unfair to be an overflow for empty

(It seems unfair)

It seems unfair to try your best but feel the worst