the play that shone lost my voice
My throat is fucked up because of
You're writhing out of the window
Takes my mind back to London town
Where the streets are full of dreams
we don't see our stickers
Waiting for another night to bring it in
That brought us to the most
only what's left in the black
For the next one we hope to find
I know we'll miss the singing
Lay forward, the sky keeps on spinning
Taking three rounds per minute
Jackson is singing out softly, softly
And he's softly killing me
Out there it's snowing, but it's warm,
Waiting for another night to believe in
That brought us to the most
only what's left in the pack
For the next one we hope to find
singing along and we mean it
While the song constantly keeps
Repeating, repeating, repeating
Repeating, repeating, repeating
Repeating, constantly keeps on repeating
Still singing along and we mean it
While the song constantly
Still singing along and we mean it
While the song constantly
Still singing along and we mean it
While the song constantly
Still singing along and we mean it
While the song constantly keeps on repeating
4.8
