The Night Chancers

You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts

You left me with the noise of the night chancers

Good cheer to the wee-hours

You left me at Hotel Amour

Boring stories is all I need

The fine-wine-diners tryna prize money from me

Prizing money from imaginary donors

Past the point of relevance that's all i see

And I'm crazy eyed, tryna sleep

You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts

You left me with the noise of the night chancers

Good cheer to the wee-hours

My hands are dripping in cold, cold coffee

And the crumbs are stuck to my optics

You left me

You called me from a taxi telling me how good I can be

And how much you miss me

But you're a kilometer away

You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts

You left me with the noise of the night chancers

Good cheer to the wee-hours

You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts

You left me with the noise of the night chancers

Good cheer to the wee-hours

(Oh!)

Leaving, laughing

(unintelligible)

You can't ask me that