On Tooting Broadway Station Lyrics
| Song | On Tooting Broadway Station |
| Artist | Kitchens of Distinction |
| Album | The Death of Cool |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I knelt down and wept. | |
| My hands hit the concrete floor | |
| until my fingers bled. | |
| I will cut him out of my heart, | |
| I will leave these tears in pools. | |
| Tripped over these pourings, tripped over his feelings, | |
| I've cut him out of my heart. | |
| Burn, burn is clothes, | |
| burn everything he owns | |
| and the empty chamber left. | |
| I'll carry around as this hollowness | |
| that drags in my voice. | |
| Burn, burn it all, | |
| burn, burn it all. | |
| Benedictory fire, blessing out the burns. | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I lay down and slept. | |
| The concrete for a pillow, | |
| fingers in bandages. | |
| I cut him out I lie here dry. | |
| I unstiched the bindwork of love. | |
| Burn, burn his clothes... | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc... | |
| burn, burn it all... | |
| Give me the charred heart, | |
| give me his fillings. | |
| And God, give me God to forgive me. | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc, fire fire | |
| My John of Arc, | |
| fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| zuo ci : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I knelt down and wept. | |
| My hands hit the concrete floor | |
| until my fingers bled. | |
| I will cut him out of my heart, | |
| I will leave these tears in pools. | |
| Tripped over these pourings, tripped over his feelings, | |
| I' ve cut him out of my heart. | |
| Burn, burn is clothes, | |
| burn everything he owns | |
| and the empty chamber left. | |
| I' ll carry around as this hollowness | |
| that drags in my voice. | |
| Burn, burn it all, | |
| burn, burn it all. | |
| Benedictory fire, blessing out the burns. | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I lay down and slept. | |
| The concrete for a pillow, | |
| fingers in bandages. | |
| I cut him out I lie here dry. | |
| I unstiched the bindwork of love. | |
| Burn, burn his clothes... | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc... | |
| burn, burn it all... | |
| Give me the charred heart, | |
| give me his fillings. | |
| And God, give me God to forgive me. | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc, fire fire | |
| My John of Arc, | |
| fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| zuò cí : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I knelt down and wept. | |
| My hands hit the concrete floor | |
| until my fingers bled. | |
| I will cut him out of my heart, | |
| I will leave these tears in pools. | |
| Tripped over these pourings, tripped over his feelings, | |
| I' ve cut him out of my heart. | |
| Burn, burn is clothes, | |
| burn everything he owns | |
| and the empty chamber left. | |
| I' ll carry around as this hollowness | |
| that drags in my voice. | |
| Burn, burn it all, | |
| burn, burn it all. | |
| Benedictory fire, blessing out the burns. | |
| On Tooting Broadway station | |
| I lay down and slept. | |
| The concrete for a pillow, | |
| fingers in bandages. | |
| I cut him out I lie here dry. | |
| I unstiched the bindwork of love. | |
| Burn, burn his clothes... | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc... | |
| burn, burn it all... | |
| Give me the charred heart, | |
| give me his fillings. | |
| And God, give me God to forgive me. | |
| Burn, burn it all... | |
| My John of Arc, fire fire | |
| My John of Arc, | |
| fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
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