A History of Reasons - Cairo

I’m not the kind of guy to give it up

A history of reasons won’t make me stop

Or the colour of your skin

Or the colour of my eyes when you’re looking at him

I would do it again, I’d do it again, I’d do it again

When it’s you and I

I’m unpacking and you’re leaving on another red-eye

Goodbye

Time never seems to wait

In line when everything’s at stake

But I won’t have the final say

They’ll be rollin' in their graves

Watchin' your mistakes from the wake

I’m not the kind of guy to put up a front

But touch what isn’t yours and I’ll fuck you up

You’re a sinner or saint

And nothing in between will cover the stains

I would do it again, I’d do it again, I’d do it again

When it’s fight or die

But you’re dying as you’re fighting cause you’re just a fist shy

I would do it again, I’d do it again, I’d do it again

When it’s you and I

I’m unpacking and you’re leaving on another red-eye

Goodbye

Time never seems to wait

In line when everything’s at stake

But I won’t have the final say

They’ll be rollin' in their graves

Watchin' your mistakes from the wake

I was a foster child in Southern England

I was a merchant in India

Powerful, impatient

I was a little girl in dresses

Innocent, deceptive

It won’t leave me be

Oh, you can run

You can run

You can run