When you’re walking down the street
And the city sleeps at night,
How much do you want to keep it up?
How much do you want to give away?
I left the bottle on the doorstep
I left a letter on the way
Saw a man at the petrol station
Closed again, closed again, closed again, closed again.
When your feet get wrought and weary
And your back gets cold with sweat
How much can you bear to breathe this
Stinging place of no chance?
I left my things by the back shed
And the lock’s what kept me out
Yeah the lock’s what kept me out
Just crept on by.
I took no shame in playing games there
I took no shame in peeking in
To see the blue light paint the ceiling
Those ceilings green
When your feet get wrought and weary
And your back gets cold with sweat
How much can you bear to breathe this
Stinging place of no chance?
I left the bottle on the doorstep
I left a letter on the way
Saw a man at the petrol station
Closed again, closed again, closed again, closed again.
Closed again.
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