Texty: Libertines, The. Last Post On The Bugle.

If I have to go

I will be thinking of your love

Oh somehow you'll know

You will know

Thinking of your love

Slyly they whispered away

As I played the last post on the bugle

I heard them say

Oh that boy's no different today

Except in every single way



If I have to go

I will be thinking of your love

Oh somehow you'll know

You'll just know

Thinking of your love



Oh, I was carried away

Caught up in an affray

They let him away, he sang

We'll meet again some day

And oh my boy, there's a price to pay



If I have to go

I will be thinking of your love

Oh somehow you'll know

I don't know how much longer

I'll be thinking of your love



La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la



Inside I felt

So, so alone

Locked in a room

Waiting til kingdom come

Although I felt elated

I felt like I was scum



I was carried away

Caught up in an affray

They let him away, he sang

We'll meet again some day

Oh my boy, there's a price to pay



Feels like I've never been away, he sang

We'll meet again some day

Oh my boy, there's a price to pay



Feels like I've never been away

Though it's been longer than I could possibly say

I've been wandering the market

Carrying a sign, saying the end of...



The world is nigh

I'm glad to see we're still tight

The bonds that tie a man are tight

Yet we do what we do

With ritual hability

All through the night