Chloe, I know this is impossible
I've been checking my cards
I've been shouting out at calendars and grace
I know this is impossible
I've been wasting yr time;
I've been marking hours and marking hours as mine
So London might as well be Glasgow
Might as well be Tokyo
Or any place we're almost leaving
Chloe, I know this is impossible
I spent the week borrowing phones
Squeezing in your number like:
0...7...Fuck it, I'll call tomorrow
All we have is miles and wires
And all I am is calls tomorrow
So London might as well be Glasgow
Might as well be Tokyo
Or any place we're almost leaving
So pick me a song
(Pick me a song)
Cover up my awkward pauses, silence broken or strained
And if I'm wrong play it out as parting shots of echoed grace
All pedestal charmed and hearts aloft like fireworks lit, that never went off
And we'll be losing sleep,
Message read
A shiver in a single bed
Doo doo doo doo doo
So London might as well be Glasgow
Might as well be Tokyo
Or any place we're almost leaving
So pick me a song
(Pick me a song)
Cover up my awkward pauses, silence broken or strained
And if I'm wrong play it out as parting shots of echoed grace
All pedestal charmed and hearts aloft like fireworks lit, that never went off
And we'll be losing track
Writing back
A shiver in a sleeping bag