Old Songs - Tom Grennan

Well, this is a story about a girl called Tina

Husband, two kids and never would you see her

Do a, thing like this

She said it all started with a little kiss to the cheek

Till he went to the neck and by that time, they’re on the next step to

A little, every Saturday evening, without any judgment that’s another girl

cheatin'

Leavin' the family behind

Said she fell in love with the man on the side

Poison of the mind, oh no

Poison of the mind, oh no

Here we go then

Old songs, old songs

I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me

And old songs now, and old songs

I hear your whispers, howlin' at the sea

Old songs, old songs

Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep

Seas

From the darkest, deeper now, so deep

Sea

Her five-year marriage just down the drain

And Tina only had herself to blame

For the antics, said he was a downright romantic

The sex was fantastic

A few years and then the regret crept in

Tina sits back and all she can sing is

Old songs, old songs

I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me

And old songs now, and old songs

I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas

Old songs, old songs

Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep

Seas

From the darkest, deeper now, so deep

Sea

See, George is a man who loved his white lightin'

Thunder roars and city lights shinin'

Over a man too drunk to understand

No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then

No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then

Anyways, it was a daily routine

George to the pub and his wife off to clean

But what she didn’t know is that her man’s left broken

Pissed up the wall while his liver’s left soaking

I ain’t joking, she didn’t have a clue

A habit to a problem, now what’s he gonna do

Is it time that he needs?

To change the path he leads

As he looks to the man in the sky for an answer please

Done with the lies and all the drunken nights

Head in his hands as he ponders 'pon his life

But it’s all just, familiar to him now

He sits back and all he can sing is

Old songs, old songs

I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me

And old songs now, and old songs

I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas

Old songs, old songs

Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep

Seas

From the darkest deep, so deep

Seas