Texty: Dirty Pretty Things. Romance At Short Notice. Blood On My Shoes.

You look smart but that's not enough
You need a course in attitude
Nobody's fussed
You can spend all your days planning what to buy
And then the signs all spin around
You'll pay your debts in time

You wanna shake shake shake
To fit in all that much
There seem to be holes in everything
His cold hands touch
And we'll take take take
And swallow the whole way down
We may fall forever but we won't fall down


We'll lie lie lie lie lie lie woah, oh
Lie lie lie lie lie lie woah, oh
And it's on

There's blood on my shoes
Nobody knows
Because of you
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Nobody knows
Where did you go?

You're pretty, so pretty
And if somebody loves you then leave us alone
All the rich get richer but still they cry
They sing the city is after us
And we don't know why
Profound is the debt, the debt you owe
You owe it to sorrow
And sorrow you owe
For when we're down the ship is all you've ever known
You go to glamour for the glamour
But it's never your own
So alone

There's blood on my shoes
Nobody knows
Because of you
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Nobody knows
Where did you go?

If we cock our wistful vision
We're oblivious
To all the hell we've raised
Baby, that's how it should stay
When we don't feel change or pain or hate or love
We're going to reach for the sedative
But it's never enough
For our fake fake spirit and our masquerade
We have so many colours
But still we dwell in the shade
I play the fugitive, the apathist
In so many ways
It's always tomorrow or never
Forever and a day
So alone

There's blood on my shoes
Nobody knows
Because of you
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Nobody knows
Where did you go?