Martin's notes: We played at the Sheffield Leadmill one night. Alan McGee came down and Rob got beaten up by a turnstile. There was claret everywhere. Sice had gotten so drunk that his face had turned purple and
I couldn’t get him to wake up. I wanted to go back to London the next day so Alan paid for a room in the hotel where he was staying. We sat up for an hour and talked, it was a thrill for me because he was one of my heroes for a while even though I was always a bit cheeky to him. We were with Ed again, recording songs for the Boo! Forever EP. I wrote it in the studio next door while the others were working on something else. The words are inspired by that night in Sheffield, the title by Bill Janovitz who I’d recently met and liked. The noise had gone. The trumpets were back.
Lyrics: Everything is alright now the day's back in sight, but the pain in my guts is much worse. I can't wake him at all and his face looks so sore and in here, there is no room to breathe. So we sat and we talked, two of him, so I thought, then he rose and he left me alone. So I climbed to my room, the day can't come too soon and I left and I came home to you.
