If i was left to my own devices
I wouldn't go out in the rain
If i was in a room with all of my vices
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢d never see me again
You sing 'cause youâ"š¬â"ž¢re loosing
The last threads of night
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no time for dancing
But maybe you might
The sort of song you sing on sundays
Could be as down as rain
The things i do to get to see you
The random hanging 'round on trains
You sing 'cause youâ"š¬â"ž¢re loosing
The last threads of night
There's no time for dancing
But maybe you might
Pick your three favourite roll necks
And catch the next flight
But you won't