The spirit was gone, we would never come to
And I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free
Chorus
For so long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
I’ll find someone
Brige
And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment
And my friends said it isn’t right to be scared
Every day old love affair,
Every breath feels like rarest air
When you’re not sure if he wants to be there