The Editors - The Racing Rats | Текст песни

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• The Editors
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When the time comes
That you're no longer here
Fall down to my knees
Begin my nightmare

Words spill from my drunken mouth
I just can't keep'em all in
I keep up with the racing rats
And do my best to win

You can't keep running away
You mustn't go outside yet
It's not your time to play

Standing at the edge of your town
With the skyline in your eyes.
Reaching up to god
The sun says its goodbyes

If a plane were to fall from the sky
How big a hole would it leave
In the surface of the earth?

Let's pretend we never met
Let's pretend we're on our own
We live different lives...
Until our cover's blown!

I push my hand up to the sky
Shade my eyes from the sun
As the dust settles around me
Suddenly nightime has begun

If a plane were to fall from the sky
How big a hole would it leave
In the surface of the earth?

If a plane were to fall from the sky
How big a hole would it leave
In the surface of the earth?