Frank Turner. The First Three Years. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight. Zeneszám

Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to
Last demands
And I'm staring at the asphault wondering
What's buried underneath where I stand?

Wear my badge
Vinyl sticker with big black letters
Adhering to my chest an'
Tells me where I am
I am a visitor here
I am not permanent and
The only thing keeping me dry is

It seems so out of context
Go to the apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I'm just visiting
And I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving
And the district sleeps alone tonight
After the boys turn out the lights
And send the autumn swerving
Into the lonliest evening
And I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving

(Thanks to Joseph for these lyrics)