Mon
Jul
28
Editors ‘The Racing Rats’
Standing at the edge of your town
With the skylight in your eyes
Reaching out to gods
The sun says it’s goodbyes
If a plane were to fall from the sky
How big a hole would it leave
In the surface of the earth
Let’s pretend we never met
Let’s pretend we’re on our own
We live different lives
Until our covers blown
