The title track from our upcoming, home produced EP.

Written and produced by Rob Paterson and Flora Jackson,

mixed and mastered by Colin Paterson

Lyrics:

Idealism follows me around,

But it's only a matter of time before it drowns,

Cos my closest are turning,

They used to be yearning just like me.

My realism is about to choke

Every idealistic, juvenistic modicum of hope,

I'll stop buying their stories,

We all become tories in the end.

So what do you want to grow to be?

Son, you'll be lucky just to eat.

Choice is a right and all are free:

Rhetoric of the bourgeoisie,

Type another hundred words

And have another cup of tea.

My younger man is going to break my heart

But I can't tell where his song stops and where mine starts,

He's such beautiful ideas

As uninformed and naive as they are.

And I don't think he'd like me if we met,

Cos I'd join One Direction in a heartbeat if they'd let me,

he'd go bounce round the garden

and play the lead part in his own film.

So just keep me tranquilised with tea,

There's so much I've trained myself to need.

Boy alone can live on music, art and history,

Then I'll reach my mid 30s

And all I'll think about is money.

Idealism, you have done me wrong.

It's just a matter of time before I lose faith in this song,

But I'll just keep on playing

And hopelessly praying till I do.