She says "ask no questions I'll tell no lies"
I'm tangled up and I don't know why
She struts away, holes in her jeans
Whenever she smiles I never know what it means
Subtle like an air raid siren, silent as a bomb
By now we should know what's right and wrong
The late nights in the back room watching football on TV
Still I give myself the third degree, it won't sit right with me
We argue politics and joke
She takes her whisky with some coke
She speaks of home and of her success
In promising nothing, delivering less
Subtle like an air raid siren, silent as a bomb
By now we should know what's right and wrong
The late nights in the back room watching football on TV
Still I give myself the third degree, it won't sit right with me
We talk for hours without saying a word
credits
from Closing Door EP,
released November 6, 2017
Written by Rob Bywater
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sam Carlton
Additional vocals by Roger Beard, Kirsty Burrell, Chris Bywater, Iain Carpenter, Charlie Jones, Quinn Needham
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