North Circular Lyrics & Chords By Real Lies

Locked out, like a dog in the rain
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of change
To a bus's mercy in the early morning light
What did you do on Saturday night?
Please take me back to where I used to be
The road we used to share together, you and me
I can't say if we're true or wrong
All I can say is I know where I belong
Post ties, family, white lines, and The Irish Times
The men who drink in a-road pubs and wraith flies
All lost in the same sea
I hear them say it's all yours, maestro if you just give in to me
Give in to me
Suicide bridge an the morning watch
The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
And the roar of the spit on the roads, the central reservation
The rapturous players at the petrol station
I love the smell of the fumes coming through the window
But you always rolled the window up
So I'll have a cigarette and play with the crescendo
I never knew but I had to give it up
These days I'm the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though
These days I say sorry a lot more
Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door
But I still walk the same road at night
Watch the same rain melt the same lights
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
How many late nights does it take you to change?
Always thought you were holding me back
But it turns up you were just holding me together, well
I'm make a move, with some big time crescendo
I walked for years in the hills of a hero
Suicide bridge in the morning watch
The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
And the roar of the spit on the road, the central reservation
The rapturous players at the petrol station
Come down over the hill, the lights in the distance glimmering
Will shine a light for me and a little for you, too
Or so I thought
Or so I thought
These days on the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though
These days I say sorry a lot more
Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door
But I still walk the same streets at night
Watch the same rain melt the same lights
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
How many late nights does it take you to change?