Dirty Pretty Things

Hails to the chancers
As boredom kills like cancer
We need dreams
For the romancers
And I'm looking to you
Well, the life's so lonely
I need my one and only
If you know love
Come on and show me
Now I'm looking to you
So come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
My resistance is low
Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
I'm not letting you go
Had love and I set it free
But it never came back to me, now
The skies have gone ugly
From Bolton to rugby