Lyrics




As the city asleep
Shares its dreams and desires
Every wish that we keep
Will trace a line to other times, other places
Though the song of the proud
Thousand eyes never fall for defeat
Take a trip to reprieve
Every hour they leave
From Killamont Street
Drink a drink to before
And our memories spill
Adding on as they pour
From our Saturdays and secret sensations
Drink a drink to tonight
Whiskey words tumble down in the street
With the pain that they cure
Sentimentally yours
From Killamont Street
And with collar unturned
I made it south to see
That the love I had spurned
Was just the hate in me
As the ships and the steel
Slip away to the cry of compete
There's a message for us
We can get there by bus
From Killamont Street
There's a message for us
We can get there by bus
From Killamont Street



Writer(s): Roddy Frame Copyright: Dartmill Ltd.



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