Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Ostrowsky-Thomas
Songwriter
Songteksten
I saw the world
When I was young
Through the windows of the bars
Through the lies
I heard and told
Through my eyes of plastic gold
I spun my stories
And I sung my jokes
I climbed some mountain
And I tied some rope
And I'm,
I'm back in London for while
Where the manic preachers smile
Where the fire becomes a stove
Where no one is getting old
Where my girlfriends getting drunk
Every morning on the bus
We never lost, we never won
At least it's real, what we have done
I was talking
To my best friend
About the way our lives would end
He rolled his eyes
And filled my glass
Just to let the moment pass
We fell in love
With the open road
Until it nearly
Killed us both
So we're back in London for a while
Where the poets go to die
Where the rain chokes the sky
Where I can still crack a smile
Where my radiator leaks
Where the dreamers never sleep
We never lost, we never won
At least it's real, what we have done
There's something dripping
On the floor
Something broken on the wall
There's something spreading, through the land
Somethings getting out of hand
My lungs
Don't sing
Like they used to
Anymore
But my heart
Still sings
Like it used to
In the war
I'm back in London for while
Where the manic preachers smile
Where the fire becomes a stove
Where no one is getting old
Where my girlfriends getting drunk
Every morning on the bus
We never lost, we never won
At least it's real, what we have done
Writer(s): Timothy Ostrowsky-thomas
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