Lyrics

Grim City Vicar Lane Hide in the arcade from the rain Order out order in In strife the exile life begins Grievous Armley no repentance Short cuts to a shorter sentence Caught in thoughts that should stay hidden Walking, treading, riding, ridden On a tow path by the dead canal Grim City cannibal Large as lunch and quite banal Down the Whip to meet a pal But I'll just lie here in my bed Thoughts of you roll round my head Warm and still here's where I'll stay Til all those thoughts just roll away The Ace of Clubs is shut forever The same old jokes tired and lame The wiring blew no one came No better way for a getaway So head off for a week in Spain Wallet fat in your back pocket Pass through walls fly like a spirit The exile life and how to live it But I'll just lie here in my bed Thoughts of you roll round my head Warm and still here's where I'll stay Til all those thoughts just roll away A furious gale blew off the moors The city center choked and fell Under the arches an old steel door And steps descending into hell A house came down and crushed a car We stood around there was no sound We waited til we could no more Fell backwards through the pub's front door Grim City black and white I'll walk you home it's dark tonight Dark and wrong and cold and late Through the back streets paved with hate