| Song | All These Things |
| Artist | The Cinematics |
| Album | Love And Terror |
| This place is on fire and I set it burning | |
| I just can’t stand to be another night here | |
| I’ve watched you take your clothes off | |
| A hundred times too many | |
| I’ve watched you turn that light out | |
| And I feel the weight of you lie beside me | |
| We lie here in the dark | |
| I pull faces in the dark | |
| This is how they do it here | |
| They pay your rent and they buy you beer | |
| All these things that you‘ve given me | |
| I want to take them and throw them away | |
| All these things that you’ve given me | |
| In the morning I’ll find the love I’ve known | |
| If they’ll have me back in Spanish Harlem | |
| I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll mean it this time | |
| And I’ll tell my ma’ it was the vodka talking | |
| Though they’re still born the son of a bitch | |
| Fifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itch | |
| No one will ask me who I’ve been | |
| And no one will ask me what I’ve seen | |
| There’s not a real bit of me here | |
| It’s just a story that I’ve weaved | |
| A three minute song that you believed | |
| All these things that you‘ve given me | |
| I want to take them and throw them away | |
| All these things that you’ve given me |
| This place is on fire and I set it burning | |
| I just can' t stand to be another night here | |
| I' ve watched you take your clothes off | |
| A hundred times too many | |
| I' ve watched you turn that light out | |
| And I feel the weight of you lie beside me | |
| We lie here in the dark | |
| I pull faces in the dark | |
| This is how they do it here | |
| They pay your rent and they buy you beer | |
| All these things that you' ve given me | |
| I want to take them and throw them away | |
| All these things that you' ve given me | |
| In the morning I' ll find the love I' ve known | |
| If they' ll have me back in Spanish Harlem | |
| I' ll say I' m sorry and I' ll mean it this time | |
| And I' ll tell my ma' it was the vodka talking | |
| Though they' re still born the son of a bitch | |
| Fifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itch | |
| No one will ask me who I' ve been | |
| And no one will ask me what I' ve seen | |
| There' s not a real bit of me here | |
| It' s just a story that I' ve weaved | |
| A three minute song that you believed | |
| All these things that you' ve given me | |
| I want to take them and throw them away | |
| All these things that you' ve given me |