Lyrics
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Slowly walking with effort over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
Returning to the place where your clothing was stolen
This is the coastal town
Describing the setting as a coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Suggesting neglect or abandonment of the town by authorities
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Expressing a wish for a catastrophic event like Armageddon
Come, Armageddon, come
Repeating the desire for Armageddon to arrive
Everyday is like Sunday
Every day feels similar to Sunday, possibly monotonous or quiet
Everyday is silent and grey
Describing the days as consistently quiet and lacking vitality
Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
Suggesting hiding and reminiscing about being elsewhere
"How I dearly wish I was not here"
Expressing a strong desire to be somewhere other than the current location
In the seaside town
Referring to the seaside town where an attack was forgotten or avoided
That they forgot to bomb
Implies the town escaped being bombed
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Calling for a nuclear bomb, possibly sarcastically or out of frustration
Everyday is like Sunday
Reiteration that daily life feels akin to Sundays, monotonous
Everyday is silent and grey
Continuing the description of silent and dull daily existence
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
Returning while walking on pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
Describing an unusual dust settling on hands
And on your face
Emphasizing the dust settling specifically on the face
On your face
-On your face
-On your face
-Everyday is like Sunday
Repetition of the comparison between daily life and Sundays
"Win yourself a cheap tray"
Sarcastically mentioning winning a trivial prize
Share some greased tea with me
Inviting to share something unappetizing or unappealing
Everyday is silent and grey
Reiteration of the monotonous and dull nature of daily life
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