Sunday’s Pretty Icons - Belle and Sebastian

Sunday’s Pretty Icons Lyrics

There is no hole in which to hide
There is no plane to catch
No hotel room that's warm enough
No rent to a room that's quietA friend I've known through six degrees
Cools down to where I hide
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
She comes back to my sideYou're so far from wanting to talk
You're so far from wanting to say something good
Feel something goodThe secret lives and loves of girls
The secret lives of boys
The storm, we are the both of us
Too close to ever loveWhisky from the Island of Sund
Whisky from the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exileSomebody asked me what hell was like
Somebody asked me for help
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Lunging and happening, panting of soulsEvery girl you ever admired
Every boy you ever desired

Every love you ever forgot
Every person that you despised is forgiven
Songwriters
MARTIN, SARAH / MURDOCH, STUART / COLBURN, RICHARD / COOKE, MICHAEL / GEDDES, CHRISTOPHER / JACKSON, STEPHEN / KILDEA, BOBPublished by
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