Our Streets

As luck would have I’v never ever been a fighter,
and even if I tried I’d concede.
You hang me out to dry, rest all your worry on the wire,
finally cut the line, let me be.
And when the rain comes
our streets are over run
I don’t know how you keep your head.
Don’t mind the storm one bit,
You’ve learned to sail your ship,
I’ll take my chances on the land.
Now just one love to pacify,
but I’m never ever gonna find her,
so I must reside to the sea.
Thanks to heavy tide,
and all the dirty little liars
smiling while you’re drifting from my reach.
And when the rain comes
our streets are over run
I don’t know how you keep your head.
Don’t mind the storm one bit,
You’ve learned to sail your ship,
I’ll take my chances on the land.
And you really hope the wind behaves
lay back and embrace the waves
and you don’t know which is worse
to lose me or to lose your course
I stay afloat
on the lines that you wrote
It’s the one thing that keeps me a live…
As luck would have I’v never ever been a fighter,
and even if I tried I would concede.
And if you hang me out to dry, rest all your worry on the wire,
finally cut the line and let me be…
And when the rain comes
our streets are over run
I don’t know how you keep your head.
Don’t mind the storm one bit,
You’ve learned to sail your ship,
I’ll take my chances on the land.
This water is dragging me down
this water is killing me
this water is draggin me down
this water is killing me