From the recording They are only Human, but we treat them like Gods EP (2011)
Growling bass, dirty retro Nu-jazz beats and swirling strings echo with themes of money grabbing, gambling and knocking bailiffs. Like the current political climate, what has been broken can never be put back together. There are no more aces, the relationship gamble has been lost.
Lyrics
What hope is there?
If we turn against one another
Pacing, going nowhere
With all our chances blown
Face the truth or stay alone
Not a thought you gave
Look at all the mess you made
Look at all the mess you made
We are beyond repair
Beyond repair
Beyond repair
Prepared for the gamble
But not for the loss
Don’t you know the difference?
Between the price and the cost
There was a debt to pay
To the bailiff
But he’ll come another day
He’ll come another day
Wish you could pick up the vase
Thrown in such despair
Fingers cannot perform miracles
We are beyond repair
Beyond repair
Beyond repair
©
Woolrich