Song | Side Streets |
Artist | Saint Etienne |
Album | Tales From Turnpike House |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The neighborhood that | |
I live in, | |
I’ve always seen as home. | |
At certain times at the evening, | |
It’s like a no-go zone. | |
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. | |
And I’ve got features | |
I quite like | |
And don’t mind keeping. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I’m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn’t set a foot outside. | |
You say I live in a bubble, | |
I find a bubbles best. | |
I don't think of the trouble | |
Just turn and head due west. | |
Quite light on my feet if | |
I ever need be, | |
As I zip down the street, | |
No one ever sees me. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I’m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn’t set a foot outside. | |
I’m tempting fate, (I know, tell me about it) | |
So nonchalant, (I know and I don't doubt it) | |
I’ll probably get it tommorrow. | |
Till then | |
I walk the side streets home, | |
Even when i’m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe… (Side streets home) (On my own) | |
Believe... |
The neighborhood that | |
I live in, | |
I' ve always seen as home. | |
At certain times at the evening, | |
It' s like a nogo zone. | |
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. | |
And I' ve got features | |
I quite like | |
And don' t mind keeping. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
You say I live in a bubble, | |
I find a bubbles best. | |
I don' t think of the trouble | |
Just turn and head due west. | |
Quite light on my feet if | |
I ever need be, | |
As I zip down the street, | |
No one ever sees me. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
I' m tempting fate, I know, tell me about it | |
So nonchalant, I know and I don' t doubt it | |
I' ll probably get it tommorrow. | |
Till then | |
I walk the side streets home, | |
Even when i' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe Side streets home On my own | |
Believe... |
The neighborhood that | |
I live in, | |
I' ve always seen as home. | |
At certain times at the evening, | |
It' s like a nogo zone. | |
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. | |
And I' ve got features | |
I quite like | |
And don' t mind keeping. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
You say I live in a bubble, | |
I find a bubbles best. | |
I don' t think of the trouble | |
Just turn and head due west. | |
Quite light on my feet if | |
I ever need be, | |
As I zip down the street, | |
No one ever sees me. | |
But I still walk the side streets home, | |
Even when | |
I' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
I' m tempting fate, I know, tell me about it | |
So nonchalant, I know and I don' t doubt it | |
I' ll probably get it tommorrow. | |
Till then | |
I walk the side streets home, | |
Even when i' m on my own. | |
If I let myself believe Side streets home On my own | |
Believe... |