Travis

compositores: Fran Healy

The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the sun went down
Falling on the building
Swallowing the children
It's the gun in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back before you step out
In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down
A million lonely people with their bead in the sand
Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand
You're designed to fall apart on the day the warrenty ends
And you try but you just can't stop
Running round in circles
Knocking over hurdles
It's the knife in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back before you step out
In time to see the shadow of the one that's cutting you down
Oh
The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the lights came on below
And the children were sleeping
And the women were weeping
There was nobody keeping him here

compositores: Fran Healy

There's a man on the street
And he looks at his feet form his window
And he sweares at the sun
And he curses the moon for its shadow

Ohh...

Take a leaf from his book
Take a thread from his suite
He's a new man

And he prays to his god
That he reaps his reward
For his new plan

Oh, the mould has been cast
The radio's in the bath
Yeah yeah yeah

Labor tuus nunc ad terminum
Sed per deos, vade retro
Nomen nusquan video
Carbo in culo in aeternitatem
Placet satanae te vedere

compositores: Dougie Payne, Fran Healy

Like a melody that is impossible
To play away
In my memory, there's a part of you
That's gone away

To keep my mind from wandering
I'm wondering
To keep myself from falling
I'm following

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer

I'd tell you anything, if I had anything
To say, yeah
I keep a battle in, 'cause there's a time
And there's a place for this

I keep my story where it is
An act as if
I don't even know what it is
When all I need is

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer

Something, anything
Just to keep believing
Just to keep me breathing
For a moment longer, yeah

compositores: Dougie Payne, Fran Healy

It's a long way down
Above the two tone town
And it's no funny
when you're stuck in the middle
I'm coming up for air
I could be anywhere
It makes no difference
when you live in a puddle
Now that I see it
How can I breath
When my heart's in my mouth
And not on my sleeve
Better run little rabbit
Back to your hole in the ground
It's a long way down
It's a long way down
The people look so small
Sliding off the wall
Getting dizzy
As the fall in the gutter
I watch the seagull
Swooping past the steeple
Crying for his dinner
As he shits on the sinners
Now that I see it
How can I breathe
When my heart's in my mouth
Instead of my sleeve
Better run little rabbit
Back to your hole in the ground
It's a long way down
Mama
An eye for an eye
You'd say
You'd never take a side
Papa
I'm too young to die
They're never taking me
They're never taking me alive
They're never taking me alive
They're never taking me alive

compositores: Fran Healy

Each time you go away
Part of you turns to grey
The jingle of the chains
Singled
Rearrange

Broken mirror
Steal my reflection
Tell me what you see
A hundred shattered eyes
In the looking glass
Staring back at me

Inside
Inside
Inside tolls the bell
Outside all is well

Broken mirror
Steal my reflection
Tell me what you see
A hundred shattered eyes
In the looking glass
Staring back at me

I never want to be alone
I never ever want
To go home
This I know for sure

compositores: Dougie Payne, Fran Healy

Trying to shine a light into the dark
Corners of the mind and of the heart
Find out what you're carrying around
Things you can't remember having found

Holding on
All the best you can
Finding out
In a nick of time

Of the last words
Are hanging on my phone
Of the last words
Even when you're standing on your own
Of the last words
Are lying on my floor
Of the last words

Trying to find a place you can begin
Cling to fill the space you're living in
Rip it up and start it all again
Turning all your enemies into friends

Holding on
All the best you can
Finding out
In a nick of time

Of the last words
Are hanging on my phone
Of the last words
Even when you're standing on your own
Of the last words
Are lying on my floor
Of the last words

Of the last words
Are hanging on my phone
Of the last words
Even when you're standing on your own
Of the last words
Are lying on your floor
Of the last words
I know, in know, you know

Of the last words
Are hanging on my phone
Of the last words
Even when you're standing on your own
Of the last words
Are lying on your floor
Of the last words
Of the last words

compositores: Andy Dunlop, Dougie Payne, Fran Healy

There's a boy I know so well
He hides inside his padded cell
And he can see
That he will never be quite free
He takes his time
Steps carefully

There's a girl I see sometimes
She hides behind a dirty mind
And she can see
That she will never be quite free
She takes her time
Steps carefully

Free to make your mind up
Free to choose your fate
Free to hold your hand up
Free; don't leave me
Standing in the way
'Cause I like you
And I'd like to
Be free, be free
be free, be free

compositores: Dougie Payne, Fran Healy

Wish someone would
Write me a song
Or tell me a story
So I don't need to worry
I need a little love
And a hand to hold
Somebody old
To watch over me
I need a little time
So I don't have to hurry

Oh, you say it all(?)

You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
But
I don't wanna get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta wake up
To the situation

I wish someone
Would answer
The phone
Stop leaving me
Hanging on
I'm feeling
Like a little ship
Out on the ocean
I need a little love
And a hand to hold
Somewhere
To hold the frustration
I need a little cause
For celebration

Oh, you say it all

You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
I don't wanna get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta wake up
To the situation

Growing up
Checking notes(?)
So you know
Just
Just which way to go

You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You've just gotta
You've just gotta
You've gotta
You've just gotta
You've gotta gotta

Oh, you say it all

You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
I don't wanna get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up

compositores: Fran Healy

Who cheers you up
When you are down
Who brings you cups of coffee
Who picks you up
When you're in town
Whatever makes you happy
And I'm glad you're better now
But I'm sad you're not around
Friends
Won't ever desert you
Or turn against
Friends
Won't love you and leave you
To mend the fence
Who wakes you up
When you're late for work
Who makes the bed so lovely
Who found your sock
Who pressed your shirt
Whatever makes you love me
And I'm glad I'm better now
But I'm just sad you're not around
Friends
Will never deceive you
Or turn against
Friends
Won't love you and leave you
To mend the fence

compositores: Fran Healy

Singing a song to myself
I'm singing a song to myself

Pictures in your mind
Out of focus and unkind
Picture me
I picture you
Outside the sun is shining
At the back of your mind there's a memory

By the time you hear this I'll be gone

I'm singing a song to myself
Cos I don't belong any longer
Just making it up in my head
This feeling is strong and getting stronger
Do you see the light?
Tell me you see the light
Just making it up in my head
Cos I need someone to sing along with
Sing along with

Pictures in your heart
Out of focus torn apart
Picture me
I picture you
Outside the moon is shining
At the back of your mind there's a memory

By the time you hear this I'll be gone

I'm singing a song to myself
Cos I don't belong any longer
Just making it up in my head
This feeling is strong and getting stronger
Do you see the light?
Tell me you see the light
Just making it up in my head
Cos I need someone to sing along with

Sing along with...
Yeah...

I'm singing a song to myself
Cos I don't belong any longer
Just making it up in my head
This feeling is strong and getting stronger
Do you see the light?
Tell me you see the light
Just making it up in my head
Cos I need someone to sing along with

Singing a song to myself

compositores: Fran Healy

In the days before you were young
We used to sit in the mourning sun
We used to turn the radio on
What happened?
We'd see our lies in the eyes of faith
And take our cradles to the grave
Well even then we never saved
From danger

And if you ever leave me come
I will be there waiting
Waiting for you know I will
I love you for ever
I'll never say never

Bet I've only got two hands
And I'll never learn to dance
I'll never get a second chance
Whatever
I'll take the breath away from your sighs
And whipe the tears away from your eyes
And hope the fire never dies
Inside you

And if you ever leave me come
I will be there waiting
Waiting for you know I will
I love you

In the days before you were young
We used to sit in the mourning sun
We used to turn the radio on
What happened?

compositores: Fran Healy

La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Where are you going tonight?
Where do you dance when they turn off the light?
And your eyes as they roll in your head(?)
Spin you around as you lie on the bed
But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine

He was the one made you fall
But he couldn't help you at all, not at all
So he packed up and jumped from the wall
Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall
Still I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, I

But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine

Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
To the arms of another

At the back of her mind, there's a photograph
Of a child all alone in the dark
She can tell by the bell ringing back at her
She's lost

Where are you going tonight?
Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights
And your eyes as they roll in your head
Spin you around as you fall out the bed

But I'm not keeping tight
Upon the creeping vine, I

Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
And you realise nobody cares
Take the bottle of gin from the shelf
And pour me another
Da da da da da
La la la la...
Yeah