Song Lyrics
When the streets are cold and lonely, sometimes i fantasise, and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
And the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes, when the streets are cold and lonely
Sometimes i fantasise, you fly and melt i love the scene
Now that the flames have taken hold, your final flight can t be delayed Roses, your knuckles whiten on the wheel
the last thing that your hands will feel
ten twisted grills grin back at me bad money dies i love the scene
and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
And the cars they burn below me are you all alone, when the streets are cold and lonely, and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
your pink fat lips let go a scream
sometimes i fantasise
and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely, when the streets are cold and lonely Stone, is anybody home
And the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes, when the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me are you all alone, i m standing warm against the cold
Is anybody home, the last thing that your hands will feel
When the streets are cold and lonely, at least you left your life in style
At least you left your life in style, is anybody home, and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
And the cars they burn below me are you all alone, i m standing warm against the cold
The last thing that your hands will feel, sometimes i fantasise, i m standing warm against the cold
The last thing that your hands will feel, and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
ten twisted grills grin back at me bad money dies i love the scene
When the streets are cold and lonely, your knuckles whiten on the wheel
when the streets are cold and lonely
Your final flight can t be delayed, your pink fat lips let go a scream
your final flight can t be delayed
You fly and melt i love the scene, sometimes i fantasise
Sometimes i fantasise, when the streets are cold and lonely, the last thing that your hands will feel
and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
when the streets are cold and lonely
your final flight can t be delayed
Your final flight can t be delayed, and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes, and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
Are you made of stone, and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
Is anybody home, when the streets are cold and lonely
and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely, when the streets are cold and lonely
When the streets are cold and lonely, your knuckles whiten on the wheel
And the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes, and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
You fly and melt i love the scene, when the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes, your knuckles whiten on the wheel, your final flight can t be delayed
And the cars they burn below me are you all alone, is anybody home Stone, is anybody home
Now that the flames have taken hold, is anybody home The, and the cars they burn below me don t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely, sometimes i fantasise, the last thing that your hands will feel
at least you left your life in style
when the streets are cold and lonely
Sometimes i fantasise, now that the flames have taken hold
When the streets are cold and lonely, you fly and melt i love the scene
Sometimes i fantasise, now that the flames have taken hold The, your knuckles whiten on the wheel
are you made of stone
Now that the flames have taken hold, and the cars they burn below me are you all alone
Is anybody home, ten twisted grills grin back at me bad money dies i love the scene
and for as far as i can see
And the cars they burn below me are you all alone, is anybody home, your final flight can t be delayed
and for as far as i can see