Streetlights Video (MV)

Same old shoes that cling to my feet
With eyes so young but they've got no sleep
She's slurring her words as they roll out her mouth
And when you're talking like this, I'm not talking it out
At the front of the queue there's a fist in my back
And the men with the stamps, they're on the attack
Their heads up their arse and their sleeves rolled up far
Their attention averts to the back of the car

Waste away under the streetlight
Cars pass as I throw my time
You leave that face outside the door
Don't make things harder to endure
The colours seem to look the same
The door's locked as it starts to rain

She catches my eye from the back of the car
And that justifies my round at the bar
The snapchats are stacked inside her lock screen
As the streets are alive with adulterous cries

Waste away under the streetlight
Cars pass as I throw my time
You leave that face outside the door
Don't make things harder to endure
The colours seem to look the same
The door's locked as it starts to rain