headlightspavem
11/26/08, 03:56 PM
There's a cancer setting in
In the town that we grew up in
We tried our best, the treatment failed
We're all perched up on the bedside
Saying prayers, dividing up possessions
Before we hear the final wishes
When we're out of fresh ideas
And the promises have run dry
Here's where we'll make our home
Broadway never looked this grey before
The eyesores from the window of the 24 have lost their charm
While you've been losing sleep
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
And we'll pick apart mistakes
Strike lines to make some changes
And then we'll start from scratch
Broadway never looked this grey before
The eyesores from the window of the 24 have lost their charm
While you've been losing sleep
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
We'll burn the whole thing down
And we'll see the smoke for miles
Yeah we'll burn the whole thing down
And we'll see the smoke for miles
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
(If you're wondering, The 24 is a bus that goes through a rundown part of Manchester)
If you want to take a listen to it, it's up on here: http://www.myspace.com/labrecordsuk
To check our other stuff out: http://www.myspace.com/thehoneymoonsuite
I promise you will like!
In the town that we grew up in
We tried our best, the treatment failed
We're all perched up on the bedside
Saying prayers, dividing up possessions
Before we hear the final wishes
When we're out of fresh ideas
And the promises have run dry
Here's where we'll make our home
Broadway never looked this grey before
The eyesores from the window of the 24 have lost their charm
While you've been losing sleep
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
And we'll pick apart mistakes
Strike lines to make some changes
And then we'll start from scratch
Broadway never looked this grey before
The eyesores from the window of the 24 have lost their charm
While you've been losing sleep
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
We'll burn the whole thing down
And we'll see the smoke for miles
Yeah we'll burn the whole thing down
And we'll see the smoke for miles
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Increase medication, check the pulse
Distinguish memories from the view
And all thats left is paper recollections
We'll pack up into boxes and then burn the whole thing down
(If you're wondering, The 24 is a bus that goes through a rundown part of Manchester)
If you want to take a listen to it, it's up on here: http://www.myspace.com/labrecordsuk
To check our other stuff out: http://www.myspace.com/thehoneymoonsuite
I promise you will like!