Scenes That Echo Lyrics

I pay my dues living through the drought I don't care about a profit or a ticket tout

I'm masculine and I sleep alone I wonder who the fuck wrote Home Sweet Home

Living through a lie to echo every word a ghost has said

Honeybees and cinnamon and cloves are burning by my bed

Comfort me with ornaments and I won't make it home tonight

Jealousy, it forms the last and lives inside these Belfast bands

Boasting offers of salaries as if it's meant to make me quit my dreams

I've seen these scenes echo through the bombed out blitzed out streets

There's comfort in the messages that I receive

Past on queens, don't count me out just yet

You might leave your dreams behind, they won't be mine

I won't leave my dreams behind for anyone who was inclined

Don't doubt me love cause I'm over it

Is it something I have missed or I have overlooked the gist

There's more to life, than picking up the pieces for the rich

I feel like you can't understand the feelings of a sorrow man

If everything is testing me, how come Taylor's on BBC

Not to mention my CV, half a page and somehow you have three

And what'd you say about rock and roll

Four months I've been waiting on m50 tolls

I could dream these days are gone, with a brunette who's on her own

Just five minutes from Glengorm, I wonder if she'll hear this song

But don't count me out just yet

You might leave your dreams behind, they won't be mine

Don't count me out just yet

You might leave your dreams behind, they won't be mine