Who Needs Comment Boxes When You've Got Knives Lyrics

The practice runs, those darkened lanes, the coastline curves yr spine i'm sure.
On nights like these who wouldn't want to?
And the parties on the clifftops got colourless and stale.
You started leaving early, saving money, pulling yr dignity back.

And every time you lose the feeling in some gloomy seaside town where the shops are closing.
Not just out of season but a prayer for arson.

This is.
How he'll.
Spend forever with you.

His shoes were found, you put flowers down, took turns to book yr tickets home.
They put fences up and the freshers trust that fences are enough.

And every time you lose the feeling, in some gloomy seaside town where the shops are closing.
Not just out of season but a prayer for arson.

This is.
How he'll.
Spend forever with you.
And he's cold blue!

And every time you lose the feeling in some grainy seaside town where it's always raining.
How the clouds are closing and the fence is broken.

This is.
How he'll.
Spend forever with you.