North

Some go down fighting, some just sweep it to the side
Some escape but me, I'll never make it out alive
But it's my choice, it's the position I assume

These days I try to catch, the moments as they pass
But that don't get you back

Cold and lonely, it's the first day of December
The things I can't forget, inform the things I half remember
Old boxes of tickets, in the corner of my room

I draw the blue to black, across the Union Jack
But that don't get you back

There's the tide, I see it's rolling home again
I know the game, it always leaves, returns and leaves again
It got me once, but now I'm just about immune

But sunlight through the cracks, of cloudy tinted glass
The fire as it crackles, it almost makes me laugh
These moments go so fast, these moments go so fast
I watch them as they pass
But that don't get you back, that don't get you back

Some go down fighting, some just sweep it to the side
Some escape, but me, I'll never make it out alive



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Writer(s): Rob Nichols
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