Blackmarket Blues Songtext
von Real Lies

I was up really late tonight.
Waiting for light to shadowbox.
You wear it in your face. Oh, you do.
Don′t say the end's inside you now.
Each dawn, you seem new to me.
Blackmarket fresh starts.
Blackmarket blues.
And I won′t rest till ghosts haunt every corner of this city, from the storm drains of Brent to where we went to
Start anew.
You young bold shivering thing, with eyes only for yourself.
But that's OK, cos I still feel it too.
Rise up with the late tide.
Don't let the night die on your watch.
Show me some other place.
Not solitude.
Cos they′d send me there for my mistakes, but they take years away, and all my nights were yesterday′s till I
Met you.
Joyride for the bloodlines like you did when your romance was sprayed up on the motorway bridge.
You left home with a warning: the kid that never came down, but you see more of the mornings than the wide
Suburban skies of your hometown. There is nowhere I would rather be than over you.
There's no place that I could ever be.
Get through to you.
Going somewhere I′ve seen in my dreams... it's falling away, when I need you the time keeps running away.
And this is one for every old friend that I′ve lost, every girl I loved at school who got married to a ghost and
The absent sons and daughters who were waylaid on the road, with Levonelle and the tears that fell cos
You're scared of getting old.
You are the opposite fucking thing of a good reason to weep, you′re the future of a place you've only been to
In your sleep, you're the church bells in the morning, when you′ve woken up cold, on the sofas you surrender
To when you′ve been out being bold.
You are the 5AM exodus.
You're the ′Have you got a light?'
You′re every new friendship that dies quickly in a fight.
You are the prodigal son, hid in a phonebox from the rain.
You're in the shower Mondays whispering ′never again'.
You are the one with eyes that look like kids lost down wells.
You're the last known secret, the friend that never tells.
You are the straight-through crew, not the time-out crowd.
I love my friends more dearly than I′m allowed to say aloud.