Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Swell/like Neverwhere, artist - Johnny Foreigner. Album song Johnny Foreigner vs Everything, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 06.11.2011
Record label: Alcopop!
Song language: English
The Swell/like Neverwhere |
(You got yourself a whole new life and all i’ve got is half this old one |
In a whisper disguised as a snowflake, I wish to be remembered to you in a |
whisper, like a snowflake |
I wish to be remembered to you |
Beat the living cities out of me and spoilt my progress and let me be |
This year it’s taxes and I can see its going to be a long one |
You’ve got a face for this and drawers for eyes |
You slipped through our last kiss, and I can see its going to be a long one |
She’s beginning to take on water and she’s beginning on this years taxes |
She’s beginning to listen to what I tell her |
She’s picking up and going backwards to the beginning |
She is hunting for the right words in white dresses like I heard you say it the |
first time |
Like I got no reason to be kind now but it ate a hole in my heart and now |
you’re leaning over to turn the radio up |
I stay out on your estate house |
This year it’s Texas |
She’s hunting for the right words but I dont want to know.) |
The girls who turned us down in nightclubs |
Are now pushing prams around the city centre |
And they swear it’s now over |
Well, it sure looks over from here |
Would you believe our skyline’s stolen |
Trail the queues and you’ll know no one |
Say there’s more to giving up than another burnt-out club |
And those glazed eyes! |
Balconies, housewarming season |
Hung with the scene girls, mostly freezing |
She said it looks a little like Brooklyn, and I just laughed |
I thought you’d given it up |
(Oh how it’s never enough) |
How you know you’re getting old when you’re happy to be getting old |
And those glazed eyes! |
That’s when I got kind of bored |
Swam out of the bills |
And oved abroad |
It gets kinda blurred |
But my legs got burned in the bare sun |
The burns got covered in bites |
And all those public fights were too much |
Those glazed eyes |
I miss you at 19 getting ID’d and angry |
I miss you at 19 staring out Digbeth High Street |