Lletres: Editors. The Big Exit.

:
I'm turning in my skin,
alcoholic din, fills the room we're in
Girl, I think it's time we leave,
like a thief on Christmas Eve,
Take and you shall receive

No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside.

Won't crowd amongst the shadows, see how much our love grows,
reflected in shop windows,
I love you as my blood flows,
as the rain ruins my best clothes,
you're a secret only I know.

No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside.
No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside.

Death at passing hours, dampness of a flower,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours.

No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside,
No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside.

They took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours,
they took what once was ours.

No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside,
No need to ask, you already know the way I feel inside