Deeper - Real Lies

Dust of your flat

Red walls and weed reek

Red wine in the carpet

Like clots

Silver outside and the boys at the chip shop

They all come down

Trying to get in girls

Put themselves inside them

I think they just need a holiday

I want you to know

You are the chemical that sme awake

Westerbeech

To be someone

Good place to be

Get close to me

Step off the plane

The sun that greets me

Will never wither away

Your face is all dropped and the boy’s looking lonely

In with all these people

Well that’s a thing

I’ve never even been on holiday

He says

Let alone spent another night, with another girl

The penny’s in my throat and the penny’s dropped

Bosh bosh bosh

Life and death of a cigarette

Another gone

Another soon

Westerbeech (not falling on down)

To be someone (not hitting the ground)

Good place to be (relapse up town)

Get close to me (decided now)

I want you to know

You are the chemical that sme awake

Comedown’s the same no matter the country

Headache’s a headache

Gut’s a gut

All that’s different is that you’re not here

But

Rally myself

For tonight’s last dance