Your Fire Has Gone Out
You hang around in Wight
Wearing California
But in the hotel bar
Painted sailors drown
Your ships are going down
Out of time
On the tide
In the brine
The years are running through you
Unraveling here, like twine
No one wants to hear you
You're not getting old
You're just getting bored
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Red sky kisses yellow crop
In a concrete hinterland
Everyone is monitor twitchy
Lonely architecture
The crows swoop over the Shopcentre
Silver scales
Of the fishes in your mind
Twist down into black water
Besides this is there anything else
We can do for you today?
Come back, we miss you
We won't be here forever
I'm sorry
I'm outside by a tree and need taking home
I'm hammered
Been to Luxembourg
Romania
New York
You were not enamoured
Like a basket of broken dolls
Fuck bruises on skinny arms
You smiled
They had separate homes
But had dinner and drank together on a daily basis
You always want to put the top back on
Too quick
Too quick
Like sausage and chips
In some German town
Blister packs
Empty bottles
It's in the rack
Look there, in the rack
On the same old line
With the same old stops
At the same old time
At the same old time
At the same old time
Wearing California
But in the hotel bar
Painted sailors drown
Your ships are going down
Out of time
On the tide
In the brine
The years are running through you
Unraveling here, like twine
No one wants to hear you
You're not getting old
You're just getting bored
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Your fire has gone out
Red sky kisses yellow crop
In a concrete hinterland
Everyone is monitor twitchy
Lonely architecture
The crows swoop over the Shopcentre
Silver scales
Of the fishes in your mind
Twist down into black water
Besides this is there anything else
We can do for you today?
Come back, we miss you
We won't be here forever
I'm sorry
I'm outside by a tree and need taking home
I'm hammered
Been to Luxembourg
Romania
New York
You were not enamoured
Like a basket of broken dolls
Fuck bruises on skinny arms
You smiled
They had separate homes
But had dinner and drank together on a daily basis
You always want to put the top back on
Too quick
Too quick
Like sausage and chips
In some German town
Blister packs
Empty bottles
It's in the rack
Look there, in the rack
On the same old line
With the same old stops
At the same old time
At the same old time
At the same old time
Credits
Writer(s): Suzi Cooke, Tobin Thomson
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