Lyrics

It's not the first time for me, you know But yours is the last new face I wanna see this close up 'Cos in truth, I can't believe my luck Outside, the city surf falls with the pink skies through the window And your long hairs curl on the bed sheets, like living signatures Do you remember? That second Nessun Dorma summer That was when I knew that all my singing birds were home The pub was full of nervous noise Aggression, leaking out of men But I carried you away from their banging drums Bad drugs and insufficient funds This is the city we live in Thе city living in my skin It's a wounded, wounding thing Used to live likе DiCaprio