Lyrics: Charles Medeiros/Bertie Scott
Music: Charles Medeiros/Bertie Scott
Getting low, feel it changing,
Losing hope, vacant faces.
Fire's barely just alive.
Dark roads, lonely places
Future ghosts, faded pages.
See the distance in our eyes
When this all falls down,
As it closes round
We could be enemies,
Could this be the end of me?
As the day draws out,
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
As the day draws out,
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?
Enemies
Getting low, empty spaces
Letting go, vacant faces
Fire's barely still alive
When this all falls down,
As it closes round
We could be enemies,
Could this be the end of me?
Enemies
Enemies
Could this be the end of me?
As the day draws out,
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?
As the day draws out,
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?
Enemies