Times' my achilles
Been watching the pace, for the nights that I write these lines take toll
Crying no light & no washed clothes
Writing I'm closer to you
Peer back I fold into you
Seats back, CDs loaded, window lax
Head rest, kissed necks but chipped shoulders
Field views when you sit closer
Clothes left in footwell, skin sits between us, seasons used to but now I see ya
Heart left in Stockwell, northern line between us, but you know now I'm leaving
I wanna be your best friend again but I know I can't call just to make amends
Poor flowers petals picked and left stems
I feel nought when I think about then
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Blushing lips
Flurry on familiar hips
And cruising love no labour, like wheat in a breeze
And the weather that I share with the neighbours
Ease on palms
Touching face when I lay in between those arms
Water still in baths' that lay hot, that's how I feel about you
Like I'm running water till the boiler stops - but
A daughter of the night and a subject sometimes
Tides between my duvet at night
Mind looms through nights when you cry
I don't know what you do when you manoeuvre in the night - but
I love it like
Can I see more of it like
I said no more lies
I said no more lies on a night
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Luke Peter Foster - Brixton (feat. Sadie Nencini) Lyrics
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Times' my achilles
Been watching the pace, for the nights that I write these lines take toll
Crying no light & no washed clothes
Writing I'm closer to you
Peer back I fold into you
Seats back, CDs loaded, window lax
Head rest, kissed necks but chipped shoulders
Field views when you sit closer
Clothes left in footwell, skin sits between us, seasons used to but now I see ya
Heart left in Stockwell, northern line between us, but you know now I'm leaving
I wanna be your best friend again but I know I can't call just to make amends
Poor flowers petals picked and left stems
I feel nought when I think about then
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Blushing lips
Flurry on familiar hips
And cruising love no labour, like wheat in a breeze
And the weather that I share with the neighbours
Ease on palms
Touching face when I lay in between those arms
Water still in baths' that lay hot, that's how I feel about you
Like I'm running water till the boiler stops - but
A daughter of the night and a subject sometimes
Tides between my duvet at night
Mind looms through nights when you cry
I don't know what you do when you manoeuvre in the night - but
I love it like
Can I see more of it like
I said no more lies
I said no more lies on a night
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Been watching the pace, for the nights that I write these lines take toll
Crying no light & no washed clothes
Writing I'm closer to you
Peer back I fold into you
Seats back, CDs loaded, window lax
Head rest, kissed necks but chipped shoulders
Field views when you sit closer
Clothes left in footwell, skin sits between us, seasons used to but now I see ya
Heart left in Stockwell, northern line between us, but you know now I'm leaving
I wanna be your best friend again but I know I can't call just to make amends
Poor flowers petals picked and left stems
I feel nought when I think about then
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Blushing lips
Flurry on familiar hips
And cruising love no labour, like wheat in a breeze
And the weather that I share with the neighbours
Ease on palms
Touching face when I lay in between those arms
Water still in baths' that lay hot, that's how I feel about you
Like I'm running water till the boiler stops - but
A daughter of the night and a subject sometimes
Tides between my duvet at night
Mind looms through nights when you cry
I don't know what you do when you manoeuvre in the night - but
I love it like
Can I see more of it like
I said no more lies
I said no more lies on a night
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
If you go then I'll go and no one stays
If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way
Brixton is different without you babe
And I miss you
Writer: Luke Foster
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