Poster 2 — 151bpm (Cover)

[Intro] (...All) (right) (Come on) [Verse] Stone glow — on the bricks, Proper tragic — before past Lipstick smudge — on the glass. Night rolls on — another lie. [Pre-chours] (All) (right) [Chorus] ...Council wall peeling, I’ve seen it before, Receipts in her pocket, ink turned gold. A quid short at the off-licence door, “Don’t even ask — I’ve heard it before.” [Gospel] Every step lifts steam from the ground, Estate dogs howl — they know the sound. Not preaching, just killing time at midnight, Folded quiet under stone light [Bulid up instrumental] Mixtape ! [Drop] City coughs its broken tune, Shopfronts buzz, they lie through teeth. We chase old patterns we swore we’d quit, On flagstones where the weeds still stick. [Bridge] “Oi, last orders, mate!” / “You alright, love?” (Come on) [Bridge] And I confess, under the drone, This messy life still feels like home. And I confess, under the drone, This messy life still feels like home. [Hook] like home Home under the drone (Drone....) Home [Verse] Half-eaten — chips gone cold, Another tale — down the road... [Pre-chours] (All) (right) [Chorus] Council wall peeling, I’ve seen it before, Receipts in her pocket, ink turned gold. A quid short at the off-licence door, “Don’t even ask — I’ve heard it before.” [Gospel] Every step lifts steam from the ground, Estate dogs howl — they know the sound. Not preaching, just killing time at midnight, Folded quiet under stone light. [End]