Going To Some Damned English City Paroles

it seemed to me like i hadn't seen your eyes since last december.



my shredding muscles

my popping joints

i saw the pupils of your eyes by firelight shrinking down to pinpoints

you were poking at the embers

there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.

there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.



i wet my finger with my tongue and pressed it in the ashes,
something pretty seems to have slipped my mind.

walls were freezing, so was the floor.

i didn't want to hurt you anymore.

you had a sad, sad, friend in front of you,

that dying fire behind.

there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.

there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.