歌曲 | The Outskirts of Town |
歌手 | Pocketbooks |
专辑 | Flight Paths |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Growing up on the outskirts of town | |
To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above | |
And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark | |
Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car | |
And she stayed inside as she started to heal | |
As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too | |
And I'd later run through the high street at night | |
Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town | |
Endless Threads was a shop on my road | |
Opened in autumn, by winter it's closed | |
As it found no favour with home-made designs | |
As the kids wait on platforms for city-bound trains | |
And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop | |
Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their | |
Faded plans for a cinema club | |
Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes | |
And a handwritten note, with the words… | |
"To whomever this letter might find | |
Here's the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town | |
I'm in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets | |
But I've fallen for something that's out of my reach | |
And I guess the anonymous city's for me | |
And I guess I'm naïve if I think I'll survive on the outskirts of town" | |
And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes | |
And she folds the note, puts it back in the box | |
Hands in the clothes to the charity shops | |
And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained | |
And then waits on a bench for a city-bound train on the outskirts of town |
Growing up on the outskirts of town | |
To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above | |
And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark | |
Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car | |
And she stayed inside as she started to heal | |
As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too | |
And I' d later run through the high street at night | |
Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town | |
Endless Threads was a shop on my road | |
Opened in autumn, by winter it' s closed | |
As it found no favour with homemade designs | |
As the kids wait on platforms for citybound trains | |
And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop | |
Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their | |
Faded plans for a cinema club | |
Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes | |
And a handwritten note, with the words | |
" To whomever this letter might find | |
Here' s the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town | |
I' m in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets | |
But I' ve fallen for something that' s out of my reach | |
And I guess the anonymous city' s for me | |
And I guess I' m na ve if I think I' ll survive on the outskirts of town" | |
And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes | |
And she folds the note, puts it back in the box | |
Hands in the clothes to the charity shops | |
And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained | |
And then waits on a bench for a citybound train on the outskirts of town |
Growing up on the outskirts of town | |
To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above | |
And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark | |
Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car | |
And she stayed inside as she started to heal | |
As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too | |
And I' d later run through the high street at night | |
Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town | |
Endless Threads was a shop on my road | |
Opened in autumn, by winter it' s closed | |
As it found no favour with homemade designs | |
As the kids wait on platforms for citybound trains | |
And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop | |
Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their | |
Faded plans for a cinema club | |
Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes | |
And a handwritten note, with the words | |
" To whomever this letter might find | |
Here' s the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town | |
I' m in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets | |
But I' ve fallen for something that' s out of my reach | |
And I guess the anonymous city' s for me | |
And I guess I' m na ve if I think I' ll survive on the outskirts of town" | |
And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes | |
And she folds the note, puts it back in the box | |
Hands in the clothes to the charity shops | |
And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained | |
And then waits on a bench for a citybound train on the outskirts of town |