Alone At St. Luke's
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โฑ๏ธ 3:13 duration
๐ ID: 11192887
๐ Lyrics
The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories"
Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat
The shorebirds sound the same here
What did I expect?
That song's always playing in my head
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
We've been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well bะต drinking
The motor lodge we'rะต at is mostly vacant
I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
Piling in; we're staying on the cheap
There's mouse shit on the carpet
What did I expect?
I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
We've been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well be drinking
But everyone got sick
Cruel and sudden
I'm the only one it spared
I blow a goodbye kiss
And I keep pushing
While the grief hangs in the air
Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low"
And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
The irony's a little on the nose
It's cold and wet and lonesome
What did I expect?
The stained glass light just punched me in the chest
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
I've been thinking
As long as I'm still here
I might as well keep drinking
Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat
The shorebirds sound the same here
What did I expect?
That song's always playing in my head
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
We've been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well bะต drinking
The motor lodge we'rะต at is mostly vacant
I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
Piling in; we're staying on the cheap
There's mouse shit on the carpet
What did I expect?
I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
We've been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well be drinking
But everyone got sick
Cruel and sudden
I'm the only one it spared
I blow a goodbye kiss
And I keep pushing
While the grief hangs in the air
Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low"
And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
The irony's a little on the nose
It's cold and wet and lonesome
What did I expect?
The stained glass light just punched me in the chest
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
I've been thinking
As long as I'm still here
I might as well keep drinking
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.66] The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories"
[00:10.76] Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
[00:15.34] And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
[00:18.45] Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat
[00:22.95] The shorebirds sound the same here
[00:25.73] What did I expect?
[00:30.57] That song's always playing in my head
[00:38.58] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[00:41.90] Burning out like true romantics
[00:45.95] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[00:49.60] We've been thinking
[00:53.37] As long as we're still here
[00:55.96] We might as well bะต drinking
[01:05.28] The motor lodge we'rะต at is mostly vacant
[01:08.37] I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
[01:12.83] And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
[01:16.20] Piling in; we're staying on the cheap
[01:20.54] There's mouse shit on the carpet
[01:23.30] What did I expect?
[01:28.12] I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed
[01:36.03] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[01:39.75] Burning out like true romantics
[01:43.45] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[01:47.11] We've been thinking
[01:51.16] As long as we're still here
[01:53.48] We might as well be drinking
[01:55.97] But everyone got sick
[01:57.99] Cruel and sudden
[02:00.47] I'm the only one it spared
[02:03.36] I blow a goodbye kiss
[02:05.29] And I keep pushing
[02:07.74] While the grief hangs in the air
[02:11.42] Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
[02:15.63] Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
[02:17.98] The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low"
[02:21.68] And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
[02:25.85] The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
[02:29.76] The irony's a little on the nose
[02:33.45] It's cold and wet and lonesome
[02:36.35] What did I expect?
[02:40.80] The stained glass light just punched me in the chest
[02:48.87] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[02:52.71] Burning out like true romantics
[02:56.78] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[03:00.43] I've been thinking
[03:04.38] As long as I'm still here
[03:07.12] I might as well keep drinking
[03:09.94]
[00:10.76] Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
[00:15.34] And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
[00:18.45] Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat
[00:22.95] The shorebirds sound the same here
[00:25.73] What did I expect?
[00:30.57] That song's always playing in my head
[00:38.58] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[00:41.90] Burning out like true romantics
[00:45.95] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[00:49.60] We've been thinking
[00:53.37] As long as we're still here
[00:55.96] We might as well bะต drinking
[01:05.28] The motor lodge we'rะต at is mostly vacant
[01:08.37] I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
[01:12.83] And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
[01:16.20] Piling in; we're staying on the cheap
[01:20.54] There's mouse shit on the carpet
[01:23.30] What did I expect?
[01:28.12] I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed
[01:36.03] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[01:39.75] Burning out like true romantics
[01:43.45] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[01:47.11] We've been thinking
[01:51.16] As long as we're still here
[01:53.48] We might as well be drinking
[01:55.97] But everyone got sick
[01:57.99] Cruel and sudden
[02:00.47] I'm the only one it spared
[02:03.36] I blow a goodbye kiss
[02:05.29] And I keep pushing
[02:07.74] While the grief hangs in the air
[02:11.42] Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
[02:15.63] Hurt like hell to leave 'em there
[02:17.98] The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low"
[02:21.68] And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
[02:25.85] The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
[02:29.76] The irony's a little on the nose
[02:33.45] It's cold and wet and lonesome
[02:36.35] What did I expect?
[02:40.80] The stained glass light just punched me in the chest
[02:48.87] Spitting curses, hopping fences
[02:52.71] Burning out like true romantics
[02:56.78] Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
[03:00.43] I've been thinking
[03:04.38] As long as I'm still here
[03:07.12] I might as well keep drinking
[03:09.94]