Stitches (live at the Electric Ballroom, Camden) - Young Guns

Every hour is a season*

Every minute lasts a day

So I sit here picking stitches

I find comfort in decay

How I long to fill my lungs

So tell me how does it feel to,

Breathe air cold and clean

'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen

Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,

But even under cover I still choke

Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't

(Even if they weren't)

I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth

(Leave behind the Earth)

There's no poetry in my soul,

(Poetry, in my soul)

Just a list of lies I've told,

(There's just lies, that I've told)

And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't

(Even if they werent)

I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth

(Leave behind the Earth)

There's no poetry in my soul,

Just a list of lies I've told

And I don't know how much longer I can hold on

My wings were clipped but even if they weren't

I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth

There's no poetry in my soul

Just a list of lies I've told

And I don't know how much longer I can hold...