Scottland Yard Lyrics

Dark skies in a sunday afternoon
Dead rays in your scoup keep you alive
30 year life in a tubeway station
Don't remind me of the next morning

I got a friend a scotland yard
I had a home and it fell apart

Are the trees alive, are they alive?
Green grass contains black bones
Feel annoyed about the nature
Don't remind me of the next morning

Better keep your secrets to yourself
Until someone will smash my face
Better keep your secrets to yourself
Don't remind me of the next morning