Some stripped down acoustic.
Beautiful piano from Emily and restrained nylon from the good admiral.
Here’s the words;

The Sale is Over

I saw god
in the carpark of a shopping mall
he said
“son I got your number
from a bathroom wall”

“Just take a look at me
your life is mine from what I see
throw away that credit card
it buys you nothing you can keep”

I tried to look out the window
wasn’t proud of what I saw
reflection looking back me
asking for some more
Thought I knew what kind of man I’ll be
when moneys not my hoare
I left the building way soon
my fingers in the door

Strip back my clothes
there’s man whose faking for goodness sakn
waiting for the truth to show
things I should know
but I spent it hating
times not waiting
to let my feelings show


I said to him
“it must be cold outside when living rough
with some cardboard for a blanket
and a shopping cart
come inside
I’ll give you all the things I bought”
he said
“thanks but no thanks
you do not have the things I want”

Strip back my clothes
there’s man whose faking for goodness sakn
waiting for the truth to show
things i should know
but I spent it hating
times not waiting
to let my feelings show

Why dont you know?
the sale is ended
credits gone
no where left to go

Strip back my clothes
there’s man whose faking for goodness sakn
waiting for the truth to show
things i should know
but I spent it hating
times not waiting
to let my feelings show