Lines Lyrics

Stealing sleep between the arguments, cigarettes and grief

Sordid accusations, shattered dreams and quiet relief

Our puzzle quickly built in error, pieces that don't fit together

A picture, neither one could be

You go back to London

I'll go back to where I came from

Even if that's somewhere I feel lost

I'll kill myself with worry, you'll rebuild yourself in hurried echoed nights and I'll try not to call

The sun is up

Let's just draw a line under it all

Maybe in a year or so, we can both escape the hurt

Cross paths along the Circle Line and never say a word

You'll probably get engaged and celebrate

With all your friends who hate my face

And I can watch you from the sidelines in my cage

So you'll go back to London

I'll go back to where I came from

Even if that's somewhere I feel lost

I'll confess my faults to strangers, lower all my expectations, disappear, numb it out and write it off

Let's pack it up, draw a line under it all

Pay the cost, draw a line under it all

Take the loss, draw a line under it all