Marrowbone Lane

Let's take a shortcut down Marrowbone Lane.

No, I don't sit in traffic these days. 'Cause when my sirens flash loud and cold cars break from their moulds.

These are the things that I know will not let me go.

These are the things that I know shape the edges of that old soul.

What am I like?

What am I like?

Pouring myself out into the night.

I've seen old couples hold hands, they're just like cobbled roads.

I wonder how they cope.

They spew old stories, oh you know that they're just like chimney smoke.

They told me everything that I ever wanted to know.

These are the things that I know will not let me go.

These are the things that I know shape the edges of that old soul.

What am I like?

What am I like?

Pouring myself out into the night.

Sometimes you're high.

Sometimes you're low.

Sometimes I'm sick to the back of my throat.

They say when you lose everything they can hurt you no more.

But I say I'm okay as long as you're okay.

And I'll say it every single day.