LIGHTS OUT IN A PROVINCIAL TOWN
Written by Pete Gofton
Sung by Lauren Laverne
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Lights out in a provincial town, The stars can't escape the light on the ground, Talking to the moon, You know your favourite subject is you. You‘re in denial...denial, Don‘t matter if I ask you...ask you, Ahhhh. Blanket...beautiful, Like the shapes you threw, The orchestra in your head plays a theme tune. Ran through the precinct, And no-one looked in our direction. She made up her age, It's one picture I couldn‘t throw away. You can't even write your...write your name, You‘re nothing special...special. Ahhh. Blanket...beautiful, Like the shapes you threw, The orchestra in your head plays a theme tune. In spidery handwriting she outlines her escape, I suppose she's got her reasons, False memories....don‘t look for them here. All you'll find is.... Needles...on the beaches, Sundays...tomorrow's speeches, And I‘m never going back to Prestatyn again. (x2) Provincial girl |
