《K2》歌词

[00:00:00] K2 - Elbow

[00:01:03] I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys

[00:01:08] Miming it wild on a cold stone table

[00:01:12] Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees

[00:01:17] Send an urgent cable

[00:01:20] Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering

[00:01:22] If anyone cares

[00:01:25] Is the landing light on

[00:01:27] Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in

[00:01:32] Give me her perfume

[00:01:34] Give me her prayers and advice

[00:01:36] Hands up if you've never seen the sea

[00:01:39] I'm from a land with an island status

[00:01:43] Makes us think that everyone hates us

[00:01:47] Maybe darling they do

[00:01:49] But they haven't met you

[00:01:52] They only know the villains at the tiller

[00:01:56] And they gambled the farm on a headline

[00:01:59] Jesus getting harder to see what they're doing

[00:02:02] 'til it's done

[00:02:03] And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street

[00:02:09] Yes and I'm given to believing in love

[00:02:14] I've written the word in my blood

[00:02:18] And I perch on a shelf of the K2

[00:02:22] Made of the believers that

[00:02:25] Love opens the fist just enough for a hand

[00:02:31] To slip into the hand

[00:02:35] To slip into the hand

[00:02:39] I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be

[00:02:44] Planning on a static caravan in the Andes

[00:02:48] Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise

[00:02:53] Defeat in our time or do we

[00:02:56] Meet on the street again due to the few

[00:03:00] Batter it out and refresh vendetta

[00:03:03] Better surely to pause

[00:03:06] Consider the path

[00:03:07] It's full of blood snot and teeth and the glory of no one

[00:03:12] Hands up if you've never seen the sea

[00:03:15] We're from a place with an island status

[00:03:19] Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper

[00:03:23] Again

[00:03:25] Come the virus of virii

[00:03:28] God send us to a digital end

[00:03:31] With following strangers and swiping at friends

[00:03:35] I'll send you a postcard

[00:03:38] See you in Hull

[00:03:39] In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool

[00:03:45] Yes and I'm given to believing in love

[00:03:50] I've written the word in my blood

[00:03:54] I've seen it make a heaven of

[00:03:56] Backstreet bedsit and bomb site living room

[00:04:01] opens the fist just enough for a hand

[00:04:07] To slip into the hand

[00:04:11] To slip into the hand

[00:04:17] Yes and I'm given to believing in love

[00:04:22] I've written the word in my blood

[00:04:26] I've seen it make a heaven of

[00:04:27] Backstreet bedsit and bomb site living room

[00:04:32] Love opens the fist just enough for a hand

[00:04:39] To slip into the hand

[00:04:43] to slip into the hand