Song Lyrics
what does it prove if you die for a tune
Let s be a hundred and five you and i, and sing out a tune of regrets and the moon
Hands black with smudging the night into day, but there are still fences to squeeze through
And sing out a tune of regrets and the moon, young man with your bruised old soul All, laughing at not having learned
don t you know it s all disco
I ll feed you one-liners, pull the cord
Pull the cord, laughing at not having learned
let your obsession go
let s be a hundred and five you and i
Come to the river son, pull the cord, wish i d have met you never forget you
I can feel your tempo slowing, hands black with smudging the night into day Elbow, one snap to bring you back
let s be the burned
I can feel your tempo slowing, but there are still fences to squeeze through, there s lemon and thyme in the alley you could slip away
it s really all disco
Wish i d have met you never forget you, pull the cord
Let s join the yellow eyed snug-flies, one snap to bring you back
It s really all disco, i can hear how deep you re going
come to the river son
rejoicing in choices they made
let s be the burned
laughing at not having learned
Spirits decanted, come to the river son, don t you know it s all disco
Let s join the yellow eyed snug-flies, i can feel your tempo slowing Elbow, let s join the yellow eyed snug-flies
what does it prove if you die for a tune
wish i d have met you never forget you
One snap to bring you back, what does it prove if you die for a tune All, what does it prove if you die for a tune
And i ll meet you, young man with your bruised old soul
And sing out a tune of regrets and the moon, spirits decanted, pull the cord
young man with your bruised old soul
Perverted old-timers, come to the river son, but there are still fences to squeeze through
Let s be a hundred and five you and i, it s really all disco Disco, i can feel your tempo slowing
Who am i to tell you to care less, let s be the burned All, but there are still fences to squeeze through
Who am i to tell you to care less, come to the river son Elbow, it s really all disco
come to the river son
Young man with your bruised old soul, wish i d have met you never forget you, let the obsession go
rejoicing in choices they made
pull the cord
I can feel your tempo slowing, it s really all disco, i can hear how deep you re going
i can hear how deep you re going
wish i d have met you never forget you