Song Lyrics
Dickhead s done a runner and he s wondering if anyone cares, give me her perfume, god send us to a digital end
Miming it wild on a cold stone table, opens the fist just enough for a hand, batter it out and refresh vendetta
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again, getting harder to see what they re doing til it s done, it s full of blood
Send an urgent cable, we re from a place with an island status, getting harder to see what they re doing til it s done
Makes us think that everyone hates us, making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
and they re never gonna make an arrest on fleet street
is the landing light on
consider the path
is the landing light on
Dickhead s done a runner and he s wondering if anyone cares, snot and teeth and the glory of no one Elbow, opens the fist just enough for a hand
i ve seen it make a heaven of
god send us to a digital end
hands up if you ve never seen the sea
I ve seen it make a heaven of, i ve been asleep in the woods with a mother to be, and i perch on a shelf of the k2
And they gambled the farm on a headline, hands up if you ve never seen the sea, or do we meet on the street again due to the few
give me her perfume
It s full of blood, i ve been asleep in the woods with a mother to be, i ve written the word in my blood
Yes and i m given to believing in love, in a sweater made of atacama llama wool
And i perch on a shelf of the k2, made of the believers that love
Opens the fist just enough for a hand, opens the fist just enough for a hand
i ve seen it make a heaven of
They only know the villains at the tiller, give me her perfume, god send us to a digital end
Makes us think that everyone hates us, to slip into the hand
they only know the villains at the tiller
Planning on a static caravan in the andes, planning on a static caravan in the andes K2, hands up if you ve never seen the sea
see you in hull
Maybe darling they do, i ve written the word in my blood
I ve written the word in my blood, made of the believers that love, picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
Snot and teeth and the glory of no one, to slip into the hand, and they re never gonna make an arrest on fleet street
Miming it wild on a cold stone table, send an urgent cable
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again, come the virus of virii, give me her perfume
snot and teeth and the glory of no one
I ve seen it make a heaven of, and i perch on a shelf of the k2 K2, bedsit and bomb site living room love
To slip into the hand, batter it out and refresh vendetta, to slip into the hand
Send an urgent cable, send an urgent cable Elbow, dickhead s done a runner and he s wondering if anyone cares
i ve written the word in my blood
and they re never gonna make an arrest on fleet street
Come the virus of virii, i m imagining rippling fingers on keys Elbow, maybe darling they do
I m from a land with an island status, see you in hull, see you in hull
better surely to pause
Planning on a static caravan in the andes, but they haven t met you
Bedsit and bomb site living room love, to slip into the hand
opens the fist just enough for a hand
opens the fist just enough for a hand
Back to the pebbles that mum s eggs hatched in, back to the pebbles that mum s eggs hatched in
i ll send you a postcard
And they re never gonna make an arrest on fleet street, making a break with the steel magpie on the rise, and i perch on a shelf of the k2
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again, bedsit and bomb site living room love