Texty: Courteeners (The). Falcon. Cameo Brooch.

With your mothers cameo brooch, sat at the foot of her bed, taking notes
You wacthed her since you were small, you are the new belle of the ball

With your fathers bruise on your arm, telling me its no cause for alarm
Stop pushing people away, you can't live your life this way

I will always be there, for you
Whenever you need me, someone, to talk to

With your sisters love for her dad, you tell her that its the piano tacher that has been bad
You said you hadnt learnt your scales, she said you were going off the rails

But that was nothing to what you are now, and I'm not picking holes, and I dont want a row
But people are getting scared, we can see your bones and we were unprepared

I will always be there, for you
Whenever you need me, someone, to talk to

I will always be there, for you
Whenever you need me, someone, to talk to

I will always be there, for you
Whenever you need me, someone, to talk to



(Thanks to Lynsey for these lyrics)