1.Godless Girl
A life, a wreck.
Charming is her dress...
...and the nape of her neck.
My ink's awry in the blink of an eye
It leaves, by the by.
Take off old threads by her tomb of a bed.
Am I right in the head？
And we'll pretend like we're angry young men...
...lest we should forget.
Angst marrs your eyes (such unclear warning signs).
Am I evil？ Am I kind？
My heart's cold drone will outlive these faded bones...
...but I won't always be alone, I won't always feel this...
How she now sits oddly with the times.
I was lost, was lost, was lost and so ashamed.
2.Chorus Of Fools
Watch those fools run, watch those fools run
they tear apart their ragged hearts
Watch those fools run, watch those fools run
they tear apart their ragged hearts .
We said we would keep our heads today. We said we would keep our
heads today...
...it was by far and away...
The coldest thing that you could ever say.
We danced there under the street lights.
It was clear that you, you and me were fated to be so damn blue
How their blood runs, how their blood runs
cold into the night. Now this darkened street's a sight.
How their blood runs, how their blood runs
cold into the night. Now this darkened street's a sight.
We said we would keep our heads today. We said we would keep our
heads today...
...it was by far and away...
The coldest thing that you could ever say.
We danced there under the street lights.
It was clear that you, you and me were fated to be so damn blue
But we're still young. Let us fall asleep together in the sun.
And there's still time. Let us raise our glasses and drain out
cheap wine.
3.Just Like Dreamers
She kept summer days for drifting away...
...to a mind in disarray, the English sky's too Oxford grey.
Failing to see through God-awful views...
...she would burn like dreamers do.
It pays off for the lucky few.
I'm leaving, believe me.
I'm leaving, believe me now...our dreams sleep...
I'll keep summer days for drifting away...
...as my mind slips through the haze of tower blocks that mark
decay.
Days and dreams align, but now I'm blind.
And you words were so unkind.
Why would you say I've lost my mind？
I'm leaving, believe me.
I'm leaving, believe me now...our dreams sleep in the ground.
I'm leaving, believe me.
I'm leaving, believe me now...our dreams sleep...
Now these distant memories move slow. Burning like an effigy of
hope.
'Cos even though it chokes me to know I was always meant for
Chasing After Ghosts,
One day I'll let ...
This love is all, this love is all, this love is all
there's nothing more
This love is all, this love is all, this love is all
there's nothing more
This love is all...there's nothing more!
And it chokes me to know I was always meant for Chasing After
Ghosts
and so, I'll leave you on your own
You're still dancing through my mind, despite how hard I try to
let this go
I can't let you...
4.Bright Young Things
Who cares if they think that fragile youth's too kitchen sink？
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say my days are through when I'm thinking of you？
If you doubt us then you'll find...we'll leave you behind.
Faceless crowds will sing in lazy praise of bright young things.
Let their words sink in.
Why would you say my head's a mess？
You know I couldn't care less.
By the time we leave this hole, we'll see their heads roll.
Hearts are burning...we'll all flee this town
It won't drag us down again.
Who cares if they think that fragile youth's too kitchen sink？
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say your days are through when I'm thinking of
you？
By the time we leave this hole, we'll see their heads roll.
5.The Crookes Laundry Murder (1922)
Take me back to 1922. Let echoes of the past bleed through.
And find before your eyes, an ashen scene unfold.
A young girl who's all alone, she cries, racing down a darkened
street by night.
The flicker of an old gas light. Bells chime. Reminds her that
the wasteland needs its fill.
For now my beating heart be still.
Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your name,
leave it to fate.
Wake me for the mourning.
Take me back into that bloody haze. We'll set those lies ablaze.
Be kind! Lily's had an awfully torrid time...her head keeps a
heart beat chime.
By night it's louder than it ever was before. And slowly it
brings the dawn.
You'll find nervous laughter lacing cheap refrain...
...'Why would you ever call me sane？'
Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your name,
leave it to fate.
Wake me for the mourning.
As the mourners come they're hanging stale wreaths to make their
peace.
Bells chime. Always they chime.
Am I still on your mind？
Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your name,
leave it to fate.
Wake me for the mourning.
6.Youth
With split lips, oh a smile can be hard.
Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars.
They made it clear from the very start that pain lies beyond the
cries of damned young hearts.
Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move
too slow？
Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights.
Blood drips downs my knees...I'm sick of worthless fights.
Does it show in my sullied smile that it's not my style？
Time slows...let me go.
But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights...as our
laughter splits the night.
In time, I'll grow to find that all we'll ever have are blissful
moments quickly passed.
It's obscene they're so few and far between.
I'll take solitude and I'll take calm.
All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm).
Faith entwined all my deepest fears...and my strange ideas youth
might be kind.
But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights...as our
laughter splits the night.
In time, I'll grow to find that all we'll ever have are blissful
moments quickly passed.
It's obscene they're so few and far between.
7.I Remember Moonlight
Love, I can't forget your name...or your naked frame (so
skinny).
In moonlight you bathed
You know memories last...with those photographs
That you know I still have
God knows that I am falling apart; no it's not healthy...no good
for my sanity.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves too slow.
Love, I remember moonlight...like the pale white of your skin
beneath those coloured tights.
And love, I remember your breath warm against my neck.
And the taste of your lips as they pressed.
God knows that I am falling apart. Oh why should I care when
there's nothing real there？
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast, it moves too slow.
God knows that I am falling apart; no it's not healthy...no good
for my sanity.
God knows I am falling apart. Oh why should I care when there's
nothing real there？
The trouble with time is...it moves too fast when i'm in bliss.
The trouble with time is...it lingers on a rain-swept kiss.
The trouble with time is...it takes too long to let this go.
The trouble with time is... it moves too slow.
8.Bloodshot Days
She wed heartache and apathy in her bed.
All the voices in her head scream 'run away, we hold no more for
you these days.'
They try to come between us, just hold tight.
Voices bleed into the night....
...'Now you're the one. You are the one for burning lights.'
We'll find a better way to spend our time alone.
The streets all know.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Oh lovers always say 'It pains my heart to stray.'
She fled. The words from dusty books filled her head.
And now she's working from her bed.
Oh darling please, won't you get up off your knees？
Tires eyes and bloodshot mornings don't quite seem right...
...and now your secret's masked by night.
You were the one, you were the one for burning lights!
We'll find a better way to spend our time alone.
The streets all know.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Still lovers always say 'It pains my heart to stray.'
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
'Drop to your knees' they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Still lovers always say 'It pains my heart to stray.'
9.Carnabetian Charms
His glasses thick frames provide elegant ways to be seen.
Stole style from the backs of trendy London magazines.
He claims he reads books but a title's enough to sing proud.
With charms up his nose, street bought eloquence knows no
bounds.
He's a man about the town...with Carnabetian Charm.
A dandyish liar's gut wrenching desire to please
will piss all his earnings on decadent yearnings for ease (and
whizz)
He's a man about the town...with Carnabetian Charm.
Fade away youth for bright glamour's uncouth when you're old
Find truth in damned beauty as cheap weekend duty grows cold
Both wistful and wired our friendship expired quickly
Your body's too vile to warrant a smile from me
He's a man about the town...with Carnabetian Charm.
10.By The Seine
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine＆＊
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is
washed with the rain
Now he cries out
'We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are lost.'
But the pavement bares your name
...down by the Seine
La de da
I wouldn't have it any other way
Oh Frankie you'll never know
how you set young lovers on their toes
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
Sleeping by the Seine
The crowds are loud; the streets are black
But still your painting stares from the tarmac
For now the moon shines bright
upon these dark waters tonight
Sleeping by the Seine
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is washed with
the rain
Now he cries out 'We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are
lost.'
But the pavement bares your name...down by the Seine
They chased you down the Rue de Mon
You were cursing like a scullion
You found your head stuck in a cloud
And you cried
'If it was a sunny day, all the cobbles would gleam down
Back-hand Way'
We shout
'Tonight, the Seine is ours.'
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Oh Frankie you'll never know how you set young lovers on their
toes
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
Sleeping by the Seine
The crowds are loud; the streets are black
But still your painting stares from the tarmac
For now the moon shines bright upon these dark waters tonight
Sleeping by the Seine
11.City Of Lights
Eyes were wide, they swallowed up the night.
Your heart collapsed beneath the city lights.
You lay breathless, lifeless, cold to the touch
of my cheek.
You ripped your dress. It set my heart alight.
Pupils bled until they met the whites.
Hearts so cold (and broken) on the floor...
...made me want you more.
Then she hears that northern soul and dances to 50's
rock'n'roll.
Come summertime her heart still beats a pace behind.
Then she hears that northern soul and dances to 50's
rock'n'roll.
Come summertime her heart still beats a pace behind.
'Take me where there's music. I love to dance'
All that lies between us is circumstance.
Now I feel breathless , reckless, it twists my insides to see
that skyline.
Then she hears that northern soul and dances to 50's
rock'n'roll.
Come summertime her heart still beats a pace behind.
12.Godless Girl (Andy H Remix)
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