New English - Ambulance LTD

Pull up the sleeve collect the change

And make it add up

Bring back everything you need

You never move just stand around and count the peasants

Cherrys falling from the trees

And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot

Like heaven

Poor child don't stop here

This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and

Years of aching

Cut the rope and drift away

You must believe

Or make the curtain' fall together

Down the alley in the breeze

Don't look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers

Turn you back and get you blue it's true

Now I know their names they talk to me the

Pain as losing

In someone elses game

She's a notion away relaxing in new english gardens

Pushing up the daisy chains