They always offer when there’s loads of love around, But when your short of some it’s nowhere to be found
‘No Buses’ by Arctic Monkeys
They always offer when there’s loads of love around, But when your short of some it’s nowhere to be found
You could’ve just stabbed me in the back, There was no need to use the revolver for that
I wonder how long it will be, before I’m sick of her?
And I no longer care, where she goes or has been?
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years so close behind
Buy a car, get fucked, be dead
Vela the story states you lead us to the shore,
And then a fanfare shall be born,
So Vela what’s the rainpour for?
Memories of making love, stronger then drugs
I wanna be adored
All those things I never thought would ever end, To think they’re all just memories, sends me round the bend
The sun doesn’t beat her, and lets the shadows hug her breast, he just rests on her skin to make ‘em warm to caress