The Dull Miles Songtext
Memories fall short wouldn't you believe
That's why we name streets after thieves
Some hundred miles - waiting.
We marry our hands to our heads and shake
Because it's the only response to why remain here
Memories fall short wouldn't you believe
To the lighthouse some sheep will flee
Marginal voices bounce from distant walls
That's why we name streets after thieves
Some hundred miles - waiting.
We marry our hands to our heads and shake
Because it's the only response to why remain here
Memories fall short wouldn't you believe
To the lighthouse some sheep will flee
Marginal voices bounce from distant walls
The Dull Miles Video
