Fifteen-year-old Francis We need to have a word I know because I remember That you cannot stand The Verve But Richard Ashcroft had a point Now I'm old enough to see: There's a million different people You will be before you're me I know I'm not Everything that you had hoped and imagined that I would be But I did my best And I have seen things that you don't even know that you've never seen We need to find some common ground In the ruins that still stand Between you and me both of us want peace Ceasefire I'm haunted by a ghost Who hides inside my body Raging, rattling chains: Fifteen year old me He judges my decisions He scorns what I've become And the hatred that consumes me Starts and ends with him I know I'm not Everything that you had hoped and imagined that I would be But I did my best And I have seen things that you don't even know that you've never seen We need to find some common ground In the ruins that still stand Between you and me both of us want peace Ceasefire Then I came to clutching a paper map Tattered and full of holes Wandering through the ruins Of North East London And I suspect if somehow I could hold This map up to the sun, I'd somehow find new words Written in the backstreets And just perhaps, if I could stitch together My evenings and my weekends like cells within a film They'd tell you the story that you need to hear: That everything that you had hoped and imagined that you would be Might not work out You'll find yourself stuck in the ruins with maps that you cannot read So come now let's make peace between you and me I can't leave you behind, you're always on my mind This is ridiculous, I cannot live like this Undone, undiagnosed, begging forgiveness of a ghost Ceasefire Ceasefire Ceasefire Ceasefire