Chaste Lyrics

Driving to a grave

Listening to some old songs

I forgot my pair of socks

In this big resort

And while my mum stares at the clock

And in the background is TV spot

I say this not

Going to be my plot

I say this won't be my blood

So girl, run away from this dust

But doing it fast

You lose your pace

But how can someone still be chaste

When you find out

Your hause is made of glass

And while my mum stares at the clock

And in the background there's TV spot

I say this not going to be my plot

I say this won't be my blood