Texty: Frank Turner. England Keep My Bones. Nights Become Days.

We saw in the dawn from the roof of the bar
When nights become days and you've gone too far
We listened to songbirds and rush hour cars and welcomed in the day
You said, ?London in summertime is great,
On days like this I feel like I could escape
From things that I've done and mistakes that I've made.
I'd wash it all away?
We bathed like swimmers in the morning sun, waiting for our night to end
It felt like one of us would come down hard and one of us would start again
It started out curious, it started out fun
We smoked in the woods when we were young
And secretly slipped something under our tongues
And danced the night away
And everyone stumbles on old cocaine
It burns out the flesh, and it burdens the brain
?Til brown comes and whisks away your pain and you find you've lost your way
We bathed like swimmers in the morning sun, waiting for our night to end
It felt like one of us would come down hard and one of us would start again
Sink in the river for your death
Swallow forever ?til nothing's left
Sleep with the fishes, draw no breath
Take no rest
Oh my friend, look to the shore you'd see us here, we're waiting
Oh my friend, if you made for the shore, you'd see us here, we're all waiting
Don't sink in the river for your death
Could start fresh tomorrow, leave what's left
You could sleep in the shade, draw some breath
Please draw breath, please draw breath
Let's let nights become days
So come down kid the roofs aren't safe now
All my friends are waiting for you to get some rest