Dirty Pretty Things

You sauntered off and you said how’s tricks
You can’t mix drugs with your politics
So we took and talked and lost the plot
And after that everything seemed fine
And as it stings and beautiful collide
We watch each others worlds ride under the tide
With intoxicating hands
Cold cold hearts
And well laid plans
Are you listening
Are you listening
As the days
Like the waves
Pile up behind you
La la la la la
You keep it all
Melt my plastic heart
And help me move on
I’m moving on
How do you escape
The great pails of pouring rain
Go to an island or a house in Spain oh
La la la la la la oh
Oh how we’d kill to go
Erect the gutters and move us in
Life or buildings and medicines