Inspired by the romance
Never travel with a roadmap
Living under an archway
Wake up to morning toe tap
Cars like time pass
A view fit for the winners
In a maze of pavements
Where lives unwind and linger
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
I patent the idea
Picked up a lost cause
Stay put till rent's due
Live life with lock jaw
Found a crimson town
Had to change my address every night
See names from the phonebook
Take food from the hand that beat me
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
(Life through the windows)
Injured but insightful
(Picked apart through charm)
Industry seems limitless
The Hanging Bandits - Crimson Town Lyrics
The Hanging Bandits - Crimson Town Lyrics
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Inspired by the romance
Never travel with a roadmap
Living under an archway
Wake up to morning toe tap
Cars like time pass
A view fit for the winners
In a maze of pavements
Where lives unwind and linger
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
I patent the idea
Picked up a lost cause
Stay put till rent's due
Live life with lock jaw
Found a crimson town
Had to change my address every night
See names from the phonebook
Take food from the hand that beat me
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
(Life through the windows)
Injured but insightful
(Picked apart through charm)
Industry seems limitless
Never travel with a roadmap
Living under an archway
Wake up to morning toe tap
Cars like time pass
A view fit for the winners
In a maze of pavements
Where lives unwind and linger
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
I patent the idea
Picked up a lost cause
Stay put till rent's due
Live life with lock jaw
Found a crimson town
Had to change my address every night
See names from the phonebook
Take food from the hand that beat me
Found a crimson town
Watched the street lights flicker
Move onto third street
Where the wind, splits skin in winter
(Life through the windows)
Injured but insightful
(Picked apart through charm)
Industry seems limitless
Writer: Alexander Laurance, Andrew Fletcher, Santiago Wais, Thomas Saxby-Farncombe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Hanging Bandits
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Alexander Laurance, Andrew Fletcher, Santiago Wais, Thomas Saxby-Farncombe