East Coast trains run slow And Edinburgh seems cold For eighteen year olds Freedom
But Leith feels like New York All the cars and talk Moving down the Walk All day
So I’m lying in this hotel Hearing sirens and drunken fights But I paid cash to the angels Guarding me tonight x2
Long days on my own Cry when I come home Have to carry on Somehow
Leith could be New York All the cars and talk Moving down the Walk All dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
