Top deck smells of stale smoke
Downstairs leaves me sick
Sea legs walking down Archway road
Night has fallen and there's nothing I can do about it
Semi conscious of the curve in my back
Growing anxious seeing the kerb slope flat
From the bull ring to the letterbox
Street lights strapped with flowers wilting through bike locks
I gotta get away from this day to day running around
I'm a lucky man, every night i walk home alone
Head to toe in black, pocket palms and headphones on
Sitting pretty somewhere guilty and safe, it's a fear I can escape
Funny frantic eyes cracking insane, it's a fear I can't explain
It's another god damn Train Song, January 22
Her eyes on the horizon, me in a staring contest with my shoes
I should feel luckier than I do
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Baggio (Damasutra) - Train Song Lyrics
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Top deck smells of stale smoke
Downstairs leaves me sick
Sea legs walking down Archway road
Night has fallen and there's nothing I can do about it
Semi conscious of the curve in my back
Growing anxious seeing the kerb slope flat
From the bull ring to the letterbox
Street lights strapped with flowers wilting through bike locks
I gotta get away from this day to day running around
I'm a lucky man, every night i walk home alone
Head to toe in black, pocket palms and headphones on
Sitting pretty somewhere guilty and safe, it's a fear I can escape
Funny frantic eyes cracking insane, it's a fear I can't explain
It's another god damn Train Song, January 22
Her eyes on the horizon, me in a staring contest with my shoes
I should feel luckier than I do
Downstairs leaves me sick
Sea legs walking down Archway road
Night has fallen and there's nothing I can do about it
Semi conscious of the curve in my back
Growing anxious seeing the kerb slope flat
From the bull ring to the letterbox
Street lights strapped with flowers wilting through bike locks
I gotta get away from this day to day running around
I'm a lucky man, every night i walk home alone
Head to toe in black, pocket palms and headphones on
Sitting pretty somewhere guilty and safe, it's a fear I can escape
Funny frantic eyes cracking insane, it's a fear I can't explain
It's another god damn Train Song, January 22
Her eyes on the horizon, me in a staring contest with my shoes
I should feel luckier than I do
Writer: Ben Wyborn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid