Tekster: Dirty Pretty Things. Romance At Short Notice. The North.

Four more rotations and no one will hurt
These are the things I dream of
I've been thinking through the drinking
Though my confidence is shrinking
That I might be fine
The North would be so proud of you

What would you do
When the stars fall from the sky
And you're only two seconds from crying?

Parafin, Anadin, sick as disguise
So we take our snappy patterns
And use them as knives
Now there's nothing left for me to try
My own medicine and humble pie
But I'll be alright

The North would be so proud of you

So I'll see you tomorrow
Shall we call it one?
Trying to get sparks to light
Seeing as they've gone

You don't know how to value that
But I know how to value that
I think we'll be fine

The North would be so proud of you

What would you do
When stars fall from the sky
And you're only two seconds from crying?