We walked out like lions shot our prey and move noisily toward the gate Our prey had widened my eyes Are you hungry now? Are you hungry now? We liked
In a terraced house in Rubery haunts The ghost of something awful A crushing dark and normal Like the night we made yr parents divorce Days spent playing
Snaking thru the station crowds on 2 hours sleep feels like ghosting. Feels like Christmas and sometimes it is. And the snow hangs static. Some nights
Notice yr still shivering, still wearing his coat. But we were lost there. How Deritend was silent under white. "Seven cigarettes and only six matches
Cheer up shadow, you've got to keep the weight. Pick ups you get for free. Bail yr change but dont bail on me, I'll swap our skylines, rebuild the
and yr heart encased because you know he?ll break it sometime. (You keep yr mouth shut) You keep yr nights free. Johnny Foreigner. Borrowing beats
When we were smart enough to stop, we?d engine off and let the lights run down the battery, Throwing pebbles at the sea until the dusk, until our tired
I walked out when it ended on Addison Road where the cozy hearts were stowed. Took yr parents whisky and yr bad advice and the bottle smashed on the ice
Should I cue the violins? Yr last brief hope for the night He stands, he sighs, pulls his coat from the rack, and what silence brings back. How you
(oh no!) i think it started when you told me you'd miss me, finally slept and dreamt of what could be. woke up intertwined with each other, promises held
The practice runs, those darkened lanes, the coastline curves yr spine i?m sure. On nights like these who wouldn't want to? And the parties on the clifftops
this is how its been since new years all new friends and old drugs silence burst and i've got resolutions number one, more friends who spell my name right
Trip around the house reading atlases at night How we barely beat the dawn back home The streets have fallen out but the story's better told I don't know
The records you stole years ago Covered in scratches and listened to once You took better care of them than I would of you Trading heartbreak for sentiment
so all you had to find got trashed and left behind. o i could hardly see yr ghost would follow me, harriet. i?ll be coming down on the last train, i'
And it starts like: So we scattered pretty arcs across the cities, Turned pockets of doubt into blankets of hope. Now it's hard staying graceful, mostly
So make of this what you will So many little shots in the dark The same records, the same shoes and a smile that almost broke yr heart Yeah, I'm all for
We traded our secrets for shortcuts and blankets We mapped out our futures as crowds drew around us Held artless embraces like gaslight romantics Who
