Cold Quay

Lyrics

God grant me an audience with the doctor, with the doctor It's rough when you piss excellence One drop is spice for our shit existence So we hold on to the hope that we'll hear his engine Purring at our door One chance to see every life unfold Oh lonely, when all you have is traveling Separate from the call at the end of the lines Oh lonely, rose is always on our minds But who can rip a hole in the fabric of time All alone All alone Still fucked up And blue to the bone England, you're the anchor from which the booth swings Earthly Torchwood be damned, Bad Wolf will answer everything England, you're the anchor from which the booth swings The Ponds are gone but you still have River Song Maybe that's what you need Blue to the bone