Song Stories

The emptiest of feelings, disappointed people Clinging onto bottles When it comes, it's so, so disappointing Let down and hanging around

How was the feeling? It was out of control I had the opinion, it was out of control

And she said that together we could take on the world

No time to apologise, fury to tranquilise / Weapons to synchronise, cities to vapori

I'm scared to face the music alone In my big fuckin' mental head

I need a gun to keep myself among The poor people who are burning in the sun But they ain't got a chance They ain't got a chance

So don't walk away love There's never enough that could make me crash on the broken glass Let the storm rage I'd die on the waves But I will not rest while love lies dead in the water

And I'll miss you on a train, I'll miss you in the mornin' I never know what to think about I think about you (Don't let go) About you (Don't let go)

Black is like the sweetest fuckin' flavour, here's a taste of it But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it

Golden brown, texture like sun Lays me down, with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The mam and the dad) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The present is past)

It's always around me, all this noise But not nearly as loud as the voice saying "Let it happen, let it happen"