Song | This Town's Religion |
Artist | Delays |
Album | You See Colours |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This towns’, this towns’ religion, | |
I don’t get it; | |
I just don’t get it, | |
Shoot first, think last, forgive me, | |
I don’t get it, but somehow | |
I’m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, (it’s) too late to start again, (I guess= B+D4) | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong… | |
This town, this towns’ religion, | |
I don’t get it; | |
I just don’t get it, | |
Drink more, talk less, so guilty, | |
I don’t get it, but somehow | |
I’m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, (it’s) too late to start again, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don’t fit but we can run, “ | |
Whatever must you think of me, | |
Simone? Not offerin’ to guide you safely home? | |
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they’re bearing down on us, we must depart”, | |
The lovers in the photograph have gone; the lovers in the photograph have flown, | |
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town’s religion, | |
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don’t fit so we should run. |
This towns', this towns' religion, | |
I don' t get it | |
I just don' t get it, | |
Shoot first, think last, forgive me, | |
I don' t get it, but somehow | |
I' m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, it' s too late to start again, I guess B D4 | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong | |
This town, this towns' religion, | |
I don' t get it | |
I just don' t get it, | |
Drink more, talk less, so guilty, | |
I don' t get it, but somehow | |
I' m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, it' s too late to start again, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don' t fit but we can run, " | |
Whatever must you think of me, | |
Simone? Not offerin' to guide you safely home? | |
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they' re bearing down on us, we must depart", | |
The lovers in the photograph have gone the lovers in the photograph have flown, | |
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town' s religion, | |
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don' t fit so we should run. |
This towns', this towns' religion, | |
I don' t get it | |
I just don' t get it, | |
Shoot first, think last, forgive me, | |
I don' t get it, but somehow | |
I' m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, it' s too late to start again, I guess B D4 | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong | |
This town, this towns' religion, | |
I don' t get it | |
I just don' t get it, | |
Drink more, talk less, so guilty, | |
I don' t get it, but somehow | |
I' m still right here, | |
And this is the world we made, it' s too late to start again, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don' t fit but we can run, " | |
Whatever must you think of me, | |
Simone? Not offerin' to guide you safely home? | |
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they' re bearing down on us, we must depart", | |
The lovers in the photograph have gone the lovers in the photograph have flown, | |
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town' s religion, | |
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades, | |
But at least | |
I know where | |
I belong, the face don' t fit so we should run. |