I'll be alright with you
You could see me with the things I do
You confined me with your car keys
I'll be laced up in your shoe
Yeah, she plays the concertina
And do you know what that means, yeah?
Because it has to mean something, man
It's an immaculate machine
When these things return tonight
I'll be looking for you
Lonesome highway, out of sight
I'll be singing to you
About us
It will be total destruction
And I love you so much more
These are my instructions
The days we had, the days we felt
We are - nothing to feel
There will be nothing to feel
Northern town, the rain keeps falling
Looking for you
On the lonely streets you're walking
Singing to you
One day you will find
That every fucking thing
Will make you lose your mind
Will make you lose your swing
When the night is young
It means the day is old
You were never sure
You were bought and sold