This exile reads me letra

Grow to be cold
Voices leave their mark
Hear the message sent
I'm desperate for accident
This might serve a purpose
If we're acting naturally

Through these vacant streets
This exile wears the midnight light
Desperate for accidents
Because we could be all around
We would be the people
That never leaves the ground

I remember when privacy meant I wanted you to intrude
No written safe-keeping or drunken interlude
Just certain exile from today

Cut City - Letras

• A Modest Recovery
• Anticipation
• Blank Calls
• Cults Revisited
• Damaged
• Future Tears Today
• Here Come The Thespians
• Just Pornography
• Left Of Denial
• Like Ashes, Like Millions
• Manoeuvres
• Numb Boys
• Replacement
• Rival Trial
• Statues
• Such Verve
• The Dull Miles
• The Kids Of Masochism High
• The Postcard
• The Sound & The Sore
• These Houses
• This exile reads me
• Void
• War Drum