You use a city like a hotel room
Steal a towel and a fragile heart
And leave for somewhere cosmopolitan
But you still feel removed and a little less smart
The buildings fly past like a zoetrope
No time for you to take them in
There must be meaning in all you see
But you only feel loss and yearning within
When you see him you get some kind of fix
Something imagined, something true
Two junkies trying to get clean
He can't seem to stop using you
You once more lead the blind
And all your conversations rhyme
You're both on the run
As you commit beautiful crimes
By a solitary rain soaked Sunday drive
You leave and he is left almost alive
He is almost alive
The views escape all meaning
As you finally give in to sleep
And dream of the one who'll break your heart
And a memory to keep
Coosticks - Lonely Girl With Memories Lyrics
Coosticks - Lonely Girl With Memories Lyrics
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You use a city like a hotel room
Steal a towel and a fragile heart
And leave for somewhere cosmopolitan
But you still feel removed and a little less smart
The buildings fly past like a zoetrope
No time for you to take them in
There must be meaning in all you see
But you only feel loss and yearning within
When you see him you get some kind of fix
Something imagined, something true
Two junkies trying to get clean
He can't seem to stop using you
You once more lead the blind
And all your conversations rhyme
You're both on the run
As you commit beautiful crimes
By a solitary rain soaked Sunday drive
You leave and he is left almost alive
He is almost alive
The views escape all meaning
As you finally give in to sleep
And dream of the one who'll break your heart
And a memory to keep
Steal a towel and a fragile heart
And leave for somewhere cosmopolitan
But you still feel removed and a little less smart
The buildings fly past like a zoetrope
No time for you to take them in
There must be meaning in all you see
But you only feel loss and yearning within
When you see him you get some kind of fix
Something imagined, something true
Two junkies trying to get clean
He can't seem to stop using you
You once more lead the blind
And all your conversations rhyme
You're both on the run
As you commit beautiful crimes
By a solitary rain soaked Sunday drive
You leave and he is left almost alive
He is almost alive
The views escape all meaning
As you finally give in to sleep
And dream of the one who'll break your heart
And a memory to keep
Writer: Graeme Wey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid