Okay, I wrote these two songs over the past week whilst I was on holiday in a place called Stoupa in Greece. Kalamata is the name of the city we had to fly to to get there though. "Sunset And Sprite" Look at the red sun as it lows between the mountains, And casts its red glow across the backs of the fountains, It's the colour of me after a week, Lying on the beach with no sun cream, But it's pretty nice of it to drop by just to say that, 'Goodbye lost lovers, hope you're happy when I'm back...' As I sit here Sprite next to me on this white washed table, It's thinking that "It's great to be under a label," I guess that inanimate objects have no clue, As to what it's like under "Lost Without You," I guess that I'm just out of my mind, And this lovely view is making me blind. As I think back to friendships and fires, Burning ashes and burning tyres, The cities of England far away, From this East Coast Greek charade, That is blocking my view of the sea, And my memories of you and me. Sunset and Sprite looks good from back there, But the sun is in my eyes and the Sprite is bitter, Sunset and Sprite looks good from back there, But the sun is in my eyes and the Sprite is bitter, Sunset and Sprite; they know nothing of my winter. As I stand here on the edge of this cliff, Staring into the sea looking for something, There's nothing but the swell and the sunlight, And the blue that reminds me of your lies. (I mean eyes...) Sunset and Sprite looks good from back there, But the sun is in my eyes and the Sprite is bitter, Sunset and Sprite looks good from back there, But the sun is in my eyes and the Sprite is bitter, Sunset and Sprite; they know nothing of my winter. "Hungover On A Flight To Kalamata" Take-offs and landings fly through my head, Drinking and dining, waking up dead, I never knew this week would suck, Compared to last week it should have been good, But I noticed just a single day ago, That I'm an arrogant cunt of a no-show, So leave me lying, plane trips aren't that fun, You said it again, 'It could be fun in the sun.' As the sun pulls out to the right of Kalamata, Stoupa falls back into rain and washes love away. And as this on kid writes a brand new song, He's not quite sure of the world back home. I knew it from yesterday, That this holiday's a big mistake, A week of life away from friends, Oh well, 7 days 'till it all ends, My head is still bouncing off the walls, With thoughts of drugs and phone calls, And I saw her with him again, That was Saturday, it's been 2 days since then... As the sun pulls out to the right of Kalamata, Stoupa falls back into rain and washes love away. And as this on kid writes a brand new song, He's not quite sure of the world back home. I'm looking at my phone hoping for a call from her, "No way it's not gonna happen," "But I can smell her from here," It's Wednesday almost halfway there or have I lost track of time? I thought by now she would be mine, (Would a crash make this alright?) Taking everyone else out with me, Maybe drinking was a mistake, Seat-belts fastened, ground, breaks. As the sun pulls out to the right of Kalamata, Stoupa falls back into rain and washes love away. And as this on kid writes a brand new song, He's not quite sure of the world back home.