Bungalow

String my silhouette
Traces of cologne and smoke
The moon is realizing everything that you had hold
In your bungalow, all the lines are crisp and clean
But you can't forget what you saw when you were just 16

Hanger's in an empty closet
A hat perched on a chair
You remember that one moment
You were left just standing there
A dark stain spreading on the carpet
This can't be happening
Electric shock's awaken all the places you have ever been

Night winds providing the background
The music that you need
Caressing and manipulating the pawns which lie in the street
You won't return to this place
You'll leave things as they are
A single match is all that you need to erase this nasty scar



Credits
Writer(s): John William Grant, Benjamin David Edwards, Stephen William Mallinder, Philip David Winter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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