It Sounds Like They’re In Love With You
Fred Thomas
You kiss your own wrist
And the hit the ceiling as
We go stealing past
Faster than you came
With the yellow traffic lights
We might raise the ceiling
Pull the night down from the sky
Cars that only crash
But we could only laugh
'Cos there's sky that everyone can see
And there's one that belongs to you and me
Pretty the words, don't ever listen
You can't hear them, as they're screaming your name
The city's built on witches
We can hear them scrеaming
You were halfway therе
Before you even thought
That there was something you forgot
And it sounds like all the secrets were't true
And it sounds like they're in love with you
