The Sentence

Day breaks over south east nine
And love is in my heart
Your body has a hold on me
But I know we have to part
These gangland murders that we missed
Leave bloodstains on the ring
But the poems that you taught us
Are not the songs we sing, when we go

Ooh la la la la la la

Nearly finished cigarettes
The smell of german wine
Promises of when we’ll meet
And god is that the time
The savagery of such a love
Can only hurt the true
But the tears I’ve cried are justified
When I think of you, and we go…

Ooh la la la la la la

Oh save the factories
Oh save your pocket full of secrets
Oh I’m fatally amused
When the laughs we shared are buried
You can tell it on the news

Memories of broken hearts
Like biscuits on the floor
Cutting me off on the phone
And kicking down your door
Like a wounded soldier
On the battlefield I fell
And it’s very lonely down here
Since you banished me to hell, and we go

Ooh la la la la la la

{words and music rob parish © 2012}