Food court fountain´s bubbling
In a ghost arcade
Slim fingers sieving through the rubble in
Bittersweet nightshade

No lie, I would lay down my life
For any rat in the road
Yeah I, I´d lay down my life for you
Depressive episode

Some golden oldies radio
Plays your first kiss (Later than your friends did)
Binbag blackout, your landlord pinned for curtains
Two brine-soaked kids

No lie, I would lay down my life
For any rat in the road

Yeah I, I´d lay down my life for you
Depressive episode

(Yeah!)

It´s a medical condition to hold such inhibitions
Second serving, sophomore slump
(So called ´cause you suffer more)
Paid partner validation is no route to salvation
Sewer swimming, down in the dumps
A wave away

Scratchcard inside an envelope
Little effort for fleeting fun
I truly hope that both our luck is out
I´d kill myself if he won