Tremblings Of Trails Lyrics - Singles - The Young Knives

We come undone in foreign parts 

Our home is heavy in our hearts 

But theres a bubble in Karachi 

A Puerto Rican Joan and chachi 

The spirit of this place has long gone 

In fact, I think it never had one 

So terrible and out of place 

Weve got the same decrepit stars 

Got my papers and my ticket for the train 

To anywhere, anywhere 

Got my papers and my ticket for the train 

To anywhere, anywhere 

Got my papers 

Got my papers 

We tread with people in their paths 

Follow their signs and mystic marks 

A mug of tea, a cup of sake 

A Virgin Mary with the Marquis 

By canoe and coracle 

I solely own my carryall 

Counting different colored cars 

Weve got the same decrepit stars 

My plan has failed 

Tremblings of trails 

Yearning comforts of the dales + 

I'm sorry, sorry 

Got my papers 

Got my papers 

Got my papers 

Got my papers and my ticket for the train 

To anywhere, anywhere 

Got my papers and my ticket for the train 

To anywhere, anywhere