Scottland Yard Songtext

dark skies in a sunday afternoon dead rays in your scoup keep you alive 30 year life in a tubeway station don't remind me of the next morning i got a friend a scotland yard i had a home and it fell apart are the trees alive, are they alive? green grass contains black bones feel annoyed about the nature don't remind me of the next morning better keep your secrets to yourself until someone will smash my face better keep your secrets to yourself don't remind me of the next morning