"If You Haven't Cried Your Eyes Can't Be Beautiful"

Found myself maundering down by Port Edgar
The mien of the daybreak's reflection distorted by the waves at the pier, burning off the fog
Enclasped by the breeze sweeping up the Marina
I wept at the rain as it fell on my face, and prayed for a 6 out of 10

Soon, boy, this will all become nothing
The tide the Firth finds crushing has come to take me home
And all the ones that claim that they adore me
Will dismiss and ignore me
I'll exit on my own - I'll soon be free of this

Eventide passed and soon came witching hour
Night turns the earth cold and, although I'm alone, I'm no longer afraid; I'm away now
My dour peroration typed out - an epitaph to the man I once was
It was always a 4 out of 10

Dark days don’t last forever
But I can't be there for you all tomorrow

Soon, boy, this will all become nothing
The tide the Firth finds crushing has come to take me home
And all the ones that claim that they adore me
Will dismiss and ignore me
I'll exit on my own - and now I'm free of this

(Lyrics by Andie Gill)