Carlisle

You're the last standing flower

You dance like a flame in the cold

You're the sweet to the sour

The scene that the streetlight exposed

You're the half past the hour

Now you feel like the last living soul

You're the note to the powder

The hope that you found in the snow

Call it a night, now there's nowhere to go

The low tide is high and the borders are closed

Roll by the coastline and stoned I will walk you home

On a road made of moonlight, a highway of gold

Ill stay by your side so you don't feel alone

You're the blow you ran out of

Worn down and cold to the bone

No there no-one around

Oh you know now you're out on your own

Call it a night, now there's nowhere to go

The low tide is high and the borders are closed

Roll by the coastline and stoned I will walk you home

On a road made of moonlight, a highway of gold

Ill stay by your side so you don't feel alone

Snow blind, frozen

Wide eyed, open

Kite high and white as a ghost

The soul might be sold

And the line might be broken

It all could be over if only you'd know

You could

Call it a night, now there's nowhere to go

The low tide is high and the borders are closed

Roll by the coastline and stoned I will walk you home

On a road made of moonlight, a highway of gold

Ill stay by your side so you don't feel alone