Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Arriving, artist - New Model Army. Album song From Here, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Record label: Союз Мьюзик по лицензии earMUSIC
Song language: English
Never Arriving |
I drove you South through the landscape that you love |
All those medieval towns with the cobbled stones |
Washed by the blood of the martyrs |
In the last great stand of the true believers |
The hilltop villages baking in the afternoon sun |
The walls pocked with old bullet holes |
And the iron and the stone that broke the people’s backs |
All played out for the tourists |
I’ve always considered it best never to disturb ghosts |
But it seems that women always want to go straight to the heart of things |
And as you said, you have your reasons |
And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand |
Wearing deeper and dividing |
And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know |
Is here between departing and arriving |
But never arriving |
There was that club we used to go to way out by the park |
Where the music was loud and the corners were dark |
And we’d sit in those corners like some kind of witches coven |
We were so young and brave, always looking for trouble |
It’s easy to find it when you’re looking for trouble |
We’d take on all comers when no more would come we’d take on each other |
So when the phone call came I wasn’t really so surprised |
I set off with good intentions but soon I was lost |
And the signs were all graffitied out and the compass needle spinning |
And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand |
Wearing deeper and dividing |
And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know |
Is here between departing and arriving |
But never arriving |
Never arriving |
Still still never arriving |
And now I’ve seen the very worst that you could be |
And you’d have been the witness to the same of me |
Somehow it should be easy to forgive everything that happened |
Back on the roads that are like the lines in the palm of my hand |
Wearing deeper and dividing |
And for cowards like me the safest place that we know |
Is here between departing and arriving |
But never arriving |
Never arriving |
Never arriving |
Never arriving |