Los Campesinos! - Frontwards текст песни

I am the only one

Searching for you


And if I get caught

Well, then the search is through



And the stories you hear

You know they never add up

I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart

Be quiet, the weather's on the night news



Empty homes, plastic combs

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome

I've got style

Miles and miles

So much style that it's wasting

So much style that it's wasting

So much style that it's wasting



Now, she's the only one

Who always inhales

Paris is stale

And it's war if we fail



And in the migrant hotels

They never sleep, they never will

Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold

Your cigarette cuts to the inside



Empty homes, plastic combs

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome

I've got style

Miles and miles

So much style that it's leaving

This pattern's torn and we're weaving

This pattern's torn and we'll weave it