East London Summer Lyrics

Dictated to by empty streets, chain stores and big machines
the snow falls hard on soft debris and I know this town don't envy me
and the locals all seem nice enough
but they cross streets I dare not walk
I'll drive the extra couple of blocks
and stop when I am told to stop

And everyone in this shitty bar is just trying to sink their teeth into everybody else
give me East London summer, give me North Melbourne summer

Nothing makes you feel more alive than being surrounded by things that have recently died
and on this goddamn bitter cold late November night
the kids put on their coats to go and see the Christmas lights
in the urban undeveloped wastelands of Michigan
sleet falls on my jacket teeth are chattering again
and the locals all drink and love, fight when they have drunk too much
the kids look like they grew up knowing how to take a punch
and the month old front pages from local newspapers dance
on the lonely winds around empty lobbies of once great buildings

And everyone in this shitty bar is just trying to sink their teeth into everybody else
give me East London summer, give me North Melbourne summer
let's be anything let's be lovers we'll take care of one another
live like the people I looked up to in the time when I was happier

And now I'm smoking weed in New York City
in the land of happy-ever afters and dreams come true
I pass out piss drunk on the floor of a motel room
wake up shivering and thinking about you
and I'm tired
I'm so tired