Текст Bombay Bicycle Club – Curl Up Like A Dead Leaf And Go Where The Wind Blows

Coming back from the scene you started
Got your head on the window slanted
The thought of your skin it sets it off

At the back of a red container

Going back away I waste away
Going back away I waste away
Going back away no way no way
Going back away I waste away

Going back away I waste away
Going back away I waste away
Going back away no way no way
Going back away I waste away

Sat alone til the lightning got me
Something I can’t just say softly
I’m a set the height and keep you uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-up

At the back of a red container
Pray that the lightning take her
Gone from sight and never back and never back

Going back away I waste away
Going back away I waste away
Going back away no way no way
Going back away I waste away

Going back away I waste away
Going back away I waste away
Going back away no way no way
Going back away I waste away