‘25’
Words and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright Verlaine Records 2010. All Rights Reserved.
25 years, and I’ve lived in the city;
It doesn’t matter where it is.
It’s the same situation, wherever you go;
You just don’t stand a chance of fitting in.
Your feet are worn from the constant vibrations
And the girl who says ‘you never care’,
It’s like a gun in my pocket when you’re calling my phone,
I just don’t wanna put it to my head.
25 years, and the fire in my body,
Paints everything the colour red.
It’s burned out so many times,
Broken down, then caught alight,
In all the a...