Letra de Last Rites - Swervedriver

When you're feeling restless and broken-hearted
And you can't spare the time for me
When the lights go down in a broken downtown
And your head plays dead symphonies

You say your bicycle tires are flat and your heart's in a mess
That's 40 miles of bad road for me
Will you come spend Christmas in Copenhagen
Comets fly, come escape with me

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You say your bicycle tires are flat and your heart's in a mess
And you walk through the streets in a dream
Watch the sunlight dance off a broken zoom lens
And you talk in your sleep to me

So you feel so sickly and broken-hearted
And you don't ever mind for me
If we don't spend Christmas in Copenhagen
Would you at least say last rites for me?