Frontwards Lyrics - Watery, Domestic - Pavement

I am the only one searchin' for you 

And if I get caught well, then the search is 

And the stories you hear, you know they never add up 

I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart 

Be quiet, the weather's on the night news 

Empty homes, plastic cones 

Stolen rims, are they alloy or 

Well, I've got style, miles and miles 

So much style that it's leavin' 

This pattern's torn and she's weavin' 

This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it 

She's the only one who always inhales 

'Cause Paris is stale and it's war if we fail 

And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep and they never will 

Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod 

Hold your cigarette cuts to the inside 

Empty homes, plastic cones 

Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? 

Well, I've got style, miles and miles 

So much style that it's leavin' 

This pattern's torn that we're weavin' 

This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it