This is where the truth begins. Where teardrops glance the sallow skin. You lose your will. And I can lend you mine. . The Westway walls so tall and bleak.
How can they be tired of England?. They'll never know the England that we know. Never know where the ones with dreams go, no. Never notice the skies with their eyes down low.
Four more rotations and no one will hurt. These are the things I dream of. I've been thinking through the drinking. Though my confidence is shrinking.
After a month our friendship waned. 'Cause you're ambitious to a fault. How did I let you in my brain?. Just look in these western eyes. . I've been lost a time or two.
I am a hippys son. Im into porn and guns, Im virile, fertile. I scream when I come. Related to you all by 6 degrees. . I am a fire sign. Ive never swung with the times.
The fights they never end. Like the nights they've taken me over. And yeah, I get the fear. But I cannot be bothered. . And all this waiting is just hesitating for nothing.
Hails to the chancers. As boredom kills like cancer. We need dreams. For the romancers. And I'm looking to you. . Well, the life's so lonely. I need my one and only.
You look smart but that's not enough. You need a course in attitude, nobody's fussed. You can spend all your days planning what to buy. And then the signs all spin around, you'll pay your debts in time.
Shock after shock from the snake she bites. Happy hour downtown, ladies night. With your townie boys who make your brethren fight. Night after night after night after night, go.