The Outskirts of Town Lyrics

	Growing up on the outskirts of town
	To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above
	And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark
	Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car
	And she stayed inside as she started to heal
	As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too
	And I'd later run through the high street at night
	Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town
	Endless Threads was a shop on my road
	Opened in autumn, by winter it's closed
	As it found no favour with home-made designs
	As the kids wait on platforms for city-bound trains
	And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop
	Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their
	Faded plans for a cinema club
	Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes
	And a handwritten note, with the words…
	"To whomever this letter might find
	Here's the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town
	I'm in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets
	But I've fallen for something that's out of my reach
	And I guess the anonymous city's for me
	And I guess I'm naïve if I think I'll survive on the outskirts of town"
	And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes
	And she folds the note, puts it back in the box
	Hands in the clothes to the charity shops
	And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained
	And then waits on a bench for a city-bound train on the outskirts of town

	Growing up on the outskirts of town
	To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above
	And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark
	Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car
	And she stayed inside as she started to heal
	As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too
	And I' d later run through the high street at night
	Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town
	Endless Threads was a shop on my road
	Opened in autumn, by winter it' s closed
	As it found no favour with homemade designs
	As the kids wait on platforms for citybound trains
	And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop
	Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their
	Faded plans for a cinema club
	Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes
	And a handwritten note, with the words
	" To whomever this letter might find
	Here' s the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town
	I' m in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets
	But I' ve fallen for something that' s out of my reach
	And I guess the anonymous city' s for me
	And I guess I' m na ve if I think I' ll survive on the outskirts of town"
	And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes
	And she folds the note, puts it back in the box
	Hands in the clothes to the charity shops
	And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained
	And then waits on a bench for a citybound train on the outskirts of town

	Growing up on the outskirts of town
	To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above
	And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark
	Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car
	And she stayed inside as she started to heal
	As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too
	And I' d later run through the high street at night
	Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town
	Endless Threads was a shop on my road
	Opened in autumn, by winter it' s closed
	As it found no favour with homemade designs
	As the kids wait on platforms for citybound trains
	And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop
	Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their
	Faded plans for a cinema club
	Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes
	And a handwritten note, with the words
	" To whomever this letter might find
	Here' s the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town
	I' m in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets
	But I' ve fallen for something that' s out of my reach
	And I guess the anonymous city' s for me
	And I guess I' m na ve if I think I' ll survive on the outskirts of town"
	And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes
	And she folds the note, puts it back in the box
	Hands in the clothes to the charity shops
	And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained
	And then waits on a bench for a citybound train on the outskirts of town

YouTube Results (More on YouTube)