: You can hear the room On these long, winter nights If you'd just, if you'd just If you'd just be quiet Beneath the word There's the whisper of pipes
: It's the night of the hunter It's the night of the long knives It's the night of the hunter And you can justify all you like Sleep tight, this snowy
: Well, i left home when i was 16 I had no reason, had no rhyme I did not know where i was going It did not matter at that time And there were people
: Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As
: I must leave london It is bad for my soul It's making a hole That will erode me I cannot subscribe I cannot tow the line And robert elms, You're
: I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
: I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's too strong I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's
: I know nothing of tides And i'm confused by the stars But you can never get lost When you've nowhere to go And i've got space in my heart For the
s overrated and it will kill you Finish nothing you start And start nothing you think you'll continue I'm disaffected now I'm disaffected now And
: You're life's like a comic book All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's
's overrated and it will kill you Finish nothing you start And start nothing you think you'll continue I'm disaffected now I'm disaffected now And
You're life's like a comic book All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's going
Work's overrated and it will kill you Finish nothing you start And start nothing you think you'll continue I'm disaffected now I'm disaffected now
Well, i left home when i was 16 I had no reason, had no rhyme I did not know where i was going It did not matter at that time And there were people
I must leave london It is bad for my soul It's making a hole That will erode me I cannot subscribe I cannot tow the line And robert elms, You're selectively
It's the night of the hunter It's the night of the long knives It's the night of the hunter And you can justify all you like Sleep tight, this snowy
I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's too strong I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's too
I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
