Palace Fires

I don’t know where I lost my confidence
Somewhere between «are we there yet?» and «have we been paid yet?»
Drew lines on a map and made it
Further then, than most did
Street scene smeared through darkened windows and the last dregs of sunlight
Came back and played catch up;
Boys to families, houses to new homes, and it’s lights out over Manchester
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
But do you wantwantwant it anymore?
And, d’you still dance to us sometimes?
I’ve got these polaroid daydreams of hopes packed flat
Of rented rooms with high ceilings built to spare feelings
And I’m worried Topshop is going to eat you and spit out yr bones for
coathangers
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
Oh! There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
(It's a little bit scrappy but…)