Your talk like a talk in the rain
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of change
To buses mercy in the early morning light

What did you do on Saturday night?

Please take me back to where I used to be

The road we used to share together, you and me
I can't say if we're true or wrong
All I can say is I know where I belong


Portals, family, white lines, and The Irish Times
The men who drink in a roll pubs and raid flyers

All lost in the same sea
I hear them say it's all yours, maestro if you just give in to me


Give in to me

Suicide bridge in that morning watch

The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
And the world just spent on the road, essential reservation
The rapture play us at the petrol station


I love the smell of the fumes coming through the window
But you always rolled the window up

So I'll have a cigarette and play with the crescendo
I never knew but I had to give her up


These days on the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though
These days I say sorry a lot more

Never sure if it's the bailers at the door

But I still walk the same road at night

Watch the same grain, melt the same lies
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
How many late nights does it take you to change?


Always thought you are holding me back but
But it turns up you are holding me together

Make your move, sound big time, crash and burn
I worked for years in the hills, never here


Suicide bridge in that morning watch
The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
And the world just spent on the road, essential reservation

The rapture play us at the petrol station

Come down off the hill, the lights in the distance glimmering

Will shine a light for me and a little for you, too
Or so I thought
Or so I thought


These days on the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though

These days I say sorry a lot more
Never sure if it's the bailers at the door


But I still walk the same streets at night
Watch the same grain, melt the same lies
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage

How many late nights does it take you to change?