Ribbon Road - The Maccabees

Oh fallen low

Endless round, endless roll

Endlessly signalling so

And it’s been real gold

Onward, headlong, night bus stoned

Oh tell us how telephone

Swollen thumb written on

Window of iron lung

In a hot wet glow

Onward, headlong, night bus stoned

Black curls, pale skin, paler in black

Underwear

Later on, later on, later on we won’t care

Onward, headlong, night bus stoned