A haunted house or a breeze,
Cold suddenly-
My old friend is drifting
On down the line.
The real thing is shaking,
Weak at the knees-
Because an echo is the ringing
Of his own forgery.
It's never warm at all
With heads to the wall
Or hands in other people's
Pockets, after all.
Nightlands - Other Peoples Pockets Lyrics
Nightlands - Other Peoples Pockets Lyrics
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A haunted house or a breeze,
Cold suddenly-
My old friend is drifting
On down the line.
The real thing is shaking,
Weak at the knees-
Because an echo is the ringing
Of his own forgery.
It's never warm at all
With heads to the wall
Or hands in other people's
Pockets, after all.
Cold suddenly-
My old friend is drifting
On down the line.
The real thing is shaking,
Weak at the knees-
Because an echo is the ringing
Of his own forgery.
It's never warm at all
With heads to the wall
Or hands in other people's
Pockets, after all.
Writer: David John Hartley
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.