Little Lives Lyrics

It’ll be all over the papers by tomorrow,
on breakfast tables and train seats.
Why I left my house not smiling and
every goddamned thing that that could mean.

What little lives we lead,
trapped in the vacuum of the towns that we live in.
Treating celebrities like friends and friends
like nobodies and enemies.

So let’s keep our eyes closed so we can believe that your job was the problem and Paris was our city.

Forget the stairs and the corridors and
mulled wine in Camden and Chy Tea on Brighton beach.
What little lives we lead,
trapped in the vacuum of the towns that we live in.

Treating celebrities like friends and
friends like nobodies and enemies.

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