Carparks and Churches
Twenty Marlboro lights, please (I don't smoke them, but it's a waste of money now)
Twenty of your finest golden tattooed rings, to sail me away somehow
Look out of the frosted window, see a window looking back at you
No reflection, just another row of houses, people staring back at me too

So don't take my hand, I'll only lead you astray through carparks and churches
Don't go that way

It's the blackbirds' revenge again keeping me up-to-date on events
And even though you're at the door, your face exists only in past tense
Because you took my hand, and I led you astray
It's time to go back, go back that way
Go back that way

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