Song | Hard For Young Lovers |
Artist | The Cinematics |
Album | Love And Terror |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You told me you were leaving | |
With a note pinned to my bookcase | |
You said you could not bring yourself | |
To tell me to my face | |
Too many cold summers have passed | |
Since we were last in love | |
And i’ve laboured too long in the rain for too little | |
You need more now than i can give | |
More than i can show for the time i’ve spent | |
With my brothers-in-arms but trouble and pain | |
You said you left your share of the rent | |
Between victor hugo and maynard keynes | |
I just miss you | |
There’s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you | |
You told me not to try and find you | |
If i ever cared about you | |
If i could, i’d remind you | |
Of the fine times i will have without you | |
I’d love to say you’ve been a fool | |
But i don’t know that i could say it and mean it | |
The truth is you’re a saint to have seen it this far | |
Just sitting, staring at the walls with me | |
I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow | |
Maybe at the bottom of the river | |
The state that i’m in, no mortal sin | |
Could hold me here now | |
Now the union’s set a course for sorrow | |
Maybe i’ll paint pictures of my father | |
You know i had to make a stand | |
If that old beast had to die | |
Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye? | |
Did they have to look so bloody happy? | |
I just miss you | |
There’s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you |
You told me you were leaving | |
With a note pinned to my bookcase | |
You said you could not bring yourself | |
To tell me to my face | |
Too many cold summers have passed | |
Since we were last in love | |
And i' ve laboured too long in the rain for too little | |
You need more now than i can give | |
More than i can show for the time i' ve spent | |
With my brothersinarms but trouble and pain | |
You said you left your share of the rent | |
Between victor hugo and maynard keynes | |
I just miss you | |
There' s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you | |
You told me not to try and find you | |
If i ever cared about you | |
If i could, i' d remind you | |
Of the fine times i will have without you | |
I' d love to say you' ve been a fool | |
But i don' t know that i could say it and mean it | |
The truth is you' re a saint to have seen it this far | |
Just sitting, staring at the walls with me | |
I' ve got nowhere to be tomorrow | |
Maybe at the bottom of the river | |
The state that i' m in, no mortal sin | |
Could hold me here now | |
Now the union' s set a course for sorrow | |
Maybe i' ll paint pictures of my father | |
You know i had to make a stand | |
If that old beast had to die | |
Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye? | |
Did they have to look so bloody happy? | |
I just miss you | |
There' s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you |
You told me you were leaving | |
With a note pinned to my bookcase | |
You said you could not bring yourself | |
To tell me to my face | |
Too many cold summers have passed | |
Since we were last in love | |
And i' ve laboured too long in the rain for too little | |
You need more now than i can give | |
More than i can show for the time i' ve spent | |
With my brothersinarms but trouble and pain | |
You said you left your share of the rent | |
Between victor hugo and maynard keynes | |
I just miss you | |
There' s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you | |
You told me not to try and find you | |
If i ever cared about you | |
If i could, i' d remind you | |
Of the fine times i will have without you | |
I' d love to say you' ve been a fool | |
But i don' t know that i could say it and mean it | |
The truth is you' re a saint to have seen it this far | |
Just sitting, staring at the walls with me | |
I' ve got nowhere to be tomorrow | |
Maybe at the bottom of the river | |
The state that i' m in, no mortal sin | |
Could hold me here now | |
Now the union' s set a course for sorrow | |
Maybe i' ll paint pictures of my father | |
You know i had to make a stand | |
If that old beast had to die | |
Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye? | |
Did they have to look so bloody happy? | |
I just miss you | |
There' s nothing left round here | |
And i just miss you | |
Times are hard for young lovers | |
And i just miss you |