Dead Cities
The Future Sound of London
[Intro]
"I had killed a man... a man who looked like me"
[Verse]
Faces milling 'round like cars
Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
Faces milling 'round like cars
Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
Make me believe I'm not going to die, for that I'd gladly give you something
