Lyrics

Lights out in a provincial town The stars can't escape the light on the ground Talking to the moon You know your favourite subject is you You're in denial, denial But tonight if I ask you, ask you Blanket, uniform, like the shapes you threw The orchestra in your head plays your theme tune Ran through the precinct And no-one looked in our direction She made up her age It's one picture I couldn't throw away You can't even write your, write your, name You're nothing special, special Blanket, uniform, likе the shapes you threw Thе orchestra in your head plays your theme tune In spidery handwriting she outlines her escape I suppose she's got her reasons False memories, don't look for them here All you'll find is Needles on the beaches Sunday morning speeches And I'm never going back to Prestatyn again Provincial girl Provincial girl Provincial girl