Snow Patrol. Days Without Paracetamol. Zeneszám

When summer falls asleep
And winter plucks your strings
The colder that you get
Makes you feel at home

Build it up, tear it down, throw it out

If I come round there now
Would you be pleased to see me
I wouldn't make much noise
Just whimper to myself

Build it up, tear it down, throw it out

My head hurts more each time
The drinking strangles me
Believe in god, like hell!
Believe in hell, by god!