Fugitive Motel (Live from London) - Elbow

Lost in a lullaby

Side of the road

Melt in a memory

Slide in a solitude

Not 'til I can read by the moon

Am I going anywhere

Not 'til I can read by the moon

I blow you a kiss

It should reach you tomorrow

As it flies from the other side of the world

From my room in my fugitive motel

Somewhere in the dust bowl

It flies from the other side of the world

"I'm tired" I said

"You always look tired" she said

"I'm admired" I said

"You always look tired" she said

Not 'til I can read by the moon

Am I going anywhere

Not 'til I can read by the moon

I blow you a kiss

It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow

As it flies from the other side of the world

From my room in my fugitive motel

Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl

It flies from the other side of the world

Curtains stay closed

But everyone knows

You hear through the walls in this place

Cigarette holes for every lost soul

To give up the ghost in this place

Give me strength

Give me wings

I blow you a kiss

It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow

As it flies from the other side of the world

From my room in my fugitive motel

Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl

It flies from the other side of the world