Texty:
Paolo Nutini

your know where you are headed but your lost along the way and the strangers that you see are getting stranger everyday and the blood continues flowing

Picking up the pieces Of the wreck you went and left And I'm dealing with dilemmas In my now so stressful life And I'm drinking stronger spirits I made

Sunday morning, got the hazy, hazy janes I turn to you and inhale you where you lay Took a wander through the garden to await the long, long day And then

Darlin', frustration, it gets me It gets me when it hurts me most If I rather did the, it's not easy to see I've become far, far too long Accept you from

Autumn leaves under frozen souls Hungry hands turning soft and old My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold Like these autumn leaves I don't have

Woke up cold one Tuesday I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick I felt like there was something missing In my day to day life So I quickly opened the

Oh the phone, you know it never stops It's the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning And as I let it start to burn my head You

Sitting beside you in school While we'd paint I'd make you laugh Mine was never very good Yours looked exactly like the photograph Looks like I'm growing

Oh, one, one, two, three, four Oh, I've got a sheet for my bed and a pillow for my head I've got a pencil full of lead and some water for my throat I