XP8 - Camden Town Lyrics
The beating heart inside a crippled and dying cityThe hungry buzz of business, crime, sex and musicSeek refuge in its wide obliviating embraceIn Camden Town, to disappear without a trace.The cold breath of November soothes the pain of my woundsMy shoulder scraping the million poster bills on the wallsThe door code is cracked and opens with a metallic clickInside the empty and silent hallway the air is so still.We meet we share our historiesWe meet our lies divide usWe meet we share our historiesWe meet our lies inside usIn her tattoo memories of a distant pastOf random looking connections hiding an oder above my graspThey're tracking you!They're watching you!They're tracking you!They're onto you!We meet we share our historiesWe meet our lies divide usWe meet we share our historiesWe meet our lies inside us