Sunday's Pretty Icons - Belle & Sebastian

There is no hole in which to hide

There is no plane to catch

No hope, tell them that’s warm enough

No rent to a room that’s quiet

A 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 side

You’re so far from wanting to talk

You’re so far from wanting to say something good

Feel something good

The sea cries of loves of girls

The sea cries of boys

The storm, we are the both of us

Too close to ever love

Whiskey from the island of Sun

Whiskey from the year you were born

Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Somebody asked me what hell was like

Somebody asked me for help

Somebody asked me what hell was like

Lunging and happening, parting of souls

Every girl you ever admired

Every boy you ever desired

Every love you ever forgot

Every person that you despised is forgiven