Years - Deptford Goth

Thought it happened, it was slow

We felt attacked, so jumped off and tip-toed

Never seen so many tails in my life

Hardly feet find the ground

Could fall in line

I don’t mean to keep on circling his soul

Grief and anger slow you down

Even when you’re calling out

The information stops

One I’ve been waiting for you

Two then I’m running away

Three calling out,

People come back now

Never gonna hold you again

One I’ve been waiting for you

Two then I’m running away

Three calling out,

People come back now

Never gonna hold you again

I can show you where to go

It’s unattached just dreamt up and limped off

We are sleepers all or isn’t it

We’ll be better with no drink every night

Now I know he keeps on circling his soul

Grief and anger slow you down

Even when you’re calling out

The information stops

One I’ve been waiting for you

Two then im running away

Three calling out

People come back now

Never gonna hold you again

One I’ve been waiting for you

Two then I’m running away

Three calling out

People come back now

Never gonna hold you again