Clifton Hill

Clifton Hill
We lost our appetite, before we got our fill
We lost our appetite, up on Clifton Hill
I know you're a real machine, a real machine with real parts
I know you're a real machine, a real machine with a broken heart

We lost our way home before we had seen the light
We lost our way home before you'd taken flight
I know you're a real tough bird, a real tough bird with a broken wing
Your song crashes boats upon the rocks, and I can't wait to hear you sing

We lost our appetite, before we got our fill
We lost our appetite, up on Clifton Hill
I know you're a real machine, a real machine with real parts
I know you're a real machine, a real machine with a broken heart



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link