B.U.R.M.A. - Dirty Pretty Things

I know that youre out there

Born ready, but on the decline

To keep you from my thoughts

When we first broke the line

Do you remember like I remember?

Lost pursuits of excellence

The glory of the crowd

Lives of imperialists

Leave me with aching wrists

So no wonder you frown when you’re two world wars down

So when the dark times come well I will song you a good time song

Im pretending that it’s ending but it kills me to act so strong

Just to gaze in your eyes, makes all the difference to me.

Just be ready my angel

Be ready when I call

I’ve been re reading letters

They were moving warm but bitter and I cried right through them all

Oooh ooooh

The days go so slow

Ooooh oooh

We’ll never get to heaven with the artillery in tow

So when the dark times come, it might warm your heart to know

That I went to the crossroads but the devil never showed

They can stick their war, Im leaving now

Makes all the difference to me

I’m hoping if you know where I am Send your heart in a telegram

I’m praying that you know where I am Be upstairs ready my angel

Be ready when I call

And then my angel I’ll be ready too and I will catch you when you fall

Do you remember like I remember

all the dirty things you said?

Do you remember like I remember

Or was it all in my head?

So when the dark times come well I will song you a good time song

Im pretending that it’s ending but it kills me to act so strong

To gaze in your eyes makes all the difference to me So

Whos got the clap

Who’s got the clap

Give yourself a clap now