|
|
2008 |
|
. . .
|
|
So fire it is
To make our dark streets clean again
Like a 'reset' button on our lives
Like hands of God
Just dusting off the blackboard
And with all we've worked for gone
And all we cherished lost
We can start again
So play your violin
And breathe the sulphur in
Take it on the chin
As London sheds its skin
Play your violin
And try to hide your grin
As it burns away your sin
And London sheds its skin
"Where are your churches and libraries?
Where are your books and your memories?"
We burned it all
We burned it all...
. . .
|
|
There is a thing that I know that does it better than me
And I haven't wanted to be all the things I can be
And I'd bash it all away, if I could
If I believed that it would make me good.
Good.
To us it is the way I am built
To us it is the way I deal with things
To us I am an old, old man
And if I can't take your sex
I'll take your hand
Stick close to me and I will keep you safe
Nothing is important to me any more except for you
Don't lie to me I think I've earned the truth
I am good
I am good
And if I could hold you down and drown you in my arms
I would
If I could freeze you now to keep you as you are
I would
I am good
I am good
I am good
I won't hear
So don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Stick close to me and I won't let you go
All if this is worth it if it means a thing to you
So suffer me, that is all you can do
I am good
I am good
If I could hold you down and drown you in my arms
I would
If I could freeze you now to keep you as you are
I would
**This is to the best that I can work out, if I've gone wrong, please change as I would love to know the lyrics properly. Cheers - Sam Cannon (shouty bit fixed. i think. RVS x)**
. . .
|
|