Its a nightmare, its a brisk swim across
Its that street lamp, its the homeless in the park
Its the colour of your hair when the moon hits the brick in the ivy above
It's a dark bar, its the neighbours making love
Its my funeral and my nemesis showed up
Its the dusk amongst the woods, its a shame that I can't tak it back still wish that I could
Its been trouble from the day we started, never thought we'd get this far
I been roaming through the streets and markets trying to forget that part
On my hands, on my knees back to the yard
Its my shadow, its a constant creeping up
Its a longshot, but my time it isn't up
Its the hands behind the wheel, its the frame on the mantle where grandma and grandfather stood
On Trinity's front step the sun hitting so hard
There's something bout that racket that really draws me in
This ain't the city, this ain't the time to hide behind your sins
Its a shame its this place drawing me in
Writer(s): Jeff Beadle
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