So this is the last live stream of Covid's 2020. We'll get into that a bit later on.
Lauren's doing comments again, so say hi. Are people there? Are people saying anything? Has anyone written a comment?
Edpool said hi. Hi Ed. Hi mate. So yeah, I guess we'll just get started then.
So this is the final live stream. This is Outlines.
We'll be right back.
A fairy tale or something like that.
But never could have guessed that time would have moved so fast.
The first hit like a cigarette after months away and you crave that feeling.
Now I'll never forget how it felt on the last.
Less than 20 hours later you were sitting in my bed.
In my room. Taking names like they were strangers.
And you had everything to prove. You said you liked it better on the verge of breaking.
I told you I've got nothing left to lose. And just like that we found the cracks that have been hidden in plain view.
And that night I was wide awake. Dusting for fingerprints when I should have been sleeping.
And all the outlines you put up had slightly blurred.
And at the start it looked a lot like love. In the end I don't remember much.
But I still picture you the way you were.
Cause that's the way that I prefer.
Cause that's the way that I prefer.


And barely more than four weeks after you were laying in my car.
Planning for the next disaster. As if the last month hadn't passed.
I said I've gotten sick of all this distance. You told me that you'll never be too far.
Oh how things change. It's been a decade and now I don't know where you are.
There's no point pretending.
Cause I'm not so sure.


I'm forgetting.
The evidence is all over my hands.
Cause I started a fire in the back of the ambulance and the police station.
And that was the catalyst to all I've burned since then.
And every now and then I find a photo I've not seen in years.
Hidden in a folder somewhere.
That I thought had disappeared.
It tells me that no matter how hard I try.
A piece of me will never let it go.
And even with the best intentions.
I miss the worst parts of this most.
Coo!
We did a song.
Yes, yes you did.
Are people there? Are people saying stuff?
What have we got? What have we got going?
Lots of hellos.
Lots of hellos.
Erm, Dan Grimes said shove it.
Shove it, of course.
Sally says hi Dan, hi Lauren, hi Sally.
Hi Sally.
Mark Weill said we should all be in York now.
Ah, is that, is this the weekend of York? Of One For The Road?
Crikey.
Ed wants me to sing a song.

You can sing harmonies.
You can sing harmonies.
There is a microphone down there on the floor that is away from me and face alone.
I just realised, so I actually need to stop myself from singing along.
You don't have to stop yourself from singing along at all.
Well I do, because I don't want to be on the recording.
Good job there's only like two songs, then I know the words to.
Yeah, fair.
Speaking of, let's play her least favourite song.
This one's about how...
Ben's just joined in.
Oh, Ben Sides.
Hi Ben!
This one's called Reflections and it's about little baby Jesus and how I wish I could strangle him.