the final candle went out in your eyes,
felt the autumn unfolding and the grip of the night desperately reaching again,
for the comforting arms of some friend.
all of this unravels quicker than lightning, all of this tears at my stomach lining.
my sleep's been stolen again as the streets sing 'we told you, we told you, our friend!'
took a fall from these snow-covered peaks, trying to roll back the hours, crush down the weeks.
when it hits you that you cannot win, you must live out your life in the shade of your sins.
it was her;
the good in you.
it was her;
she came to save you.
it was her
arms wrapped around you.
it was her;
your last ticket out of this place.
you called to say,
'there will be no escape from the memories flooding your heart
london has stolen the prize from your arms; there is no single space on the ark.'
over and under
for all that i know i've been singing at the sea and i've got nowhere left to go.
i've just been singing at the sea, i've got nowhere to go
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