The Racing Rats (Acoustic) (исполнитель: Editors)
When the [bad word] You're no longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my [bad word] mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats And do my best to win Slow down little one You can't [bad word] away You mustn't go outside yet It's not your time to play Standing at the edge of your town With the skylight in your eyes Reaching out to gods The sun says it’s goodbyes If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth Let's pretend we never met Let's pretend we're on our own We live different lives Until our covers blown I push my hand up to the sky Shade my eyes from the sun As the dust settles around me Suddenly night time has begun If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth [bad word] on now You knew you were lost But you carried on anyway [bad word] on now You knew you had no time But you let the day drift away If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it make In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth