Morningside Lane - Lower Voices lyrics

Spending these nights in the scripts cling of the keys over my heart, Engine running low, broken notes, and waiting for the song to start When from my seat I hear the songs crackling in the wire, stationed coast to coast Street invaders from my window just like those scenes I hear the most There I go again with these voices crawling round my head Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge Same old scenes, broken dreams, these 45s make me understand But you could be a saint and complain and take just like a man As these days close in all these nights are growing dim, lonely teardrops over me down to the dash Slipping my skin and Levis full of cash, There I go again with these voices crawling round my head Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge Voices soft and low (voices soft and low) Voices soft and low (voices soft and low) Voices soft and low (voices soft and low) Voices soft and There I go again with these voices crawling round my head Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge There I go again with these voices crawling round my head Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge And there I go again, There I go again, And There I go again, Yeah