Woorden:
Johnny Foreigner

In a terraced house in Rubery haunts The ghost of something awful A crushing dark and normal Like the night we made yr parents divorce Days spent playing

Notice yr still shivering, still wearing his coat. But we were lost there. How Deritend was silent under white. "Seven cigarettes and only six matches

and yr heart encased because you know he?ll break it sometime. (You keep yr mouth shut) You keep yr nights free. Johnny Foreigner. Borrowing beats

I walked out when it ended on Addison Road where the cozy hearts were stowed. Took yr parents whisky and yr bad advice and the bottle smashed on the ice

(oh no!) i think it started when you told me you'd miss me, finally slept and dreamt of what could be. woke up intertwined with each other, promises held

this is how its been since new years all new friends and old drugs silence burst and i've got resolutions number one, more friends who spell my name right

The records you stole years ago Covered in scratches and listened to once You took better care of them than I would of you Trading heartbreak for sentiment

And it starts like: So we scattered pretty arcs across the cities, Turned pockets of doubt into blankets of hope. Now it's hard staying graceful, mostly

We traded our secrets for shortcuts and blankets We mapped out our futures as crowds drew around us Held artless embraces like gaslight romantics Who