The street is a boneyard, she glances
Numb as a drain at the end, end
Cradling heat waves and armour
Round her body slowly
And how ready are you to know this
How do we live in the end, end
I bet you the price of the landline
You won't be here at the end, end
You won't be slumped in a doorway
You'll be standing above you
And how can you call this a free world
Who wouldn't call out at the end, end?
No more doubt about it, oh
I wanna take you home
Take off your blindfold
And show you what I am
I wanna take you home
And find some new joy
In this autopilot life
I wanna take you home
Slow down your heartbeat
And dry those glazing eyes
I wanna take you home
Blackout our windows
And hold you till we die
What if the first step was leaving
And stepping outside in the cold, end
Face in the smoke and you lurching
Down the alleys, kiss me
And how many lives lived in fear now
And who do we call in the end, end
There was a pattern of errors
There was a life here to mend, mend
I wasn't watching the cold passed through on my body slowly
And echoes of all wars are beaming
Rattling round in the end, end
No more doubt about it
I wanna take you home
Take off your blindfold
And show you what I am
I wanna take you home
And find some new joy and
In this autopilot life
I wanna take you home
Slow down your heartbeat
And dry those glazing eyes
I wanna take you home
Black out our windows
And hold you till we die
I wanna take you home
Take off your blindfold
And show you what I am
I wanna take you home
And find some new joy
In this autopilot
I wanna take you home
Slow down your heartbeat
And dry those glazing eyes
I wanna take you home
Black out our windows
And hold you till we die
Ohhhh, Lord,
I'm sorry
Writer(s): Jeremy Joseph Pritchard, Alexander Kaines Robertshaw, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman
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