Crisis

Hold

Your

Best friend

He's low

Hold

Your

Your best friend

She's low

She's lowYou sigh under a bright pink sky

Spit at another Foxtons sign

You imagine alot

Just to rest your eyesAnd do you remember?

The burnt out shell of a car?

The black batons under the stars?

Your friends said we'd gone too far

But I'll try not to beWaiting for your call

Trying's all he knows

Try not to be waiting for that call

The echo from the front

Keeps me holding onYou're my girl, some would call you a vandal

But sadness ain't enough for you

You said "we don't have to live like this"

Then you drew me close for a kissThings were looking bad today

I didn't know what to say

And the sirens aren't far away

Bu I never ever felt this way.