I left a blurry line
Trapped in an image
A heat-curled Polaroid
On a ghost-white fridge
Across the river
From a seven-piece village
Sitting on a stone wall
With the turbines in the distance
Red-white hair on my five-tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red-white hair on my five-tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Pulls me back from the edge again

I can't remember
Like just in general
It's weird here without you
It's weird here without you


Being sentimental
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red white hair on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again






Pulls me back from the edge again