Lyrics: The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you've been Is nothing on my khaki coat I got From a roadside when I was sixteen My boots are from airports My backpack's from friends I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wondering Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home, horizon's my target If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on, don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone
I’ve been waiting for you to do this one. I love it- it’s amazing. You did a very good job arranging the guitar and vocals on one instrument. It sounds amazing
It’s one AM rn an I’ve been listening to this on repeat and it’s that time when you can’t fall asleep so instead you start getting weirdly philosophical and I realiazed that if the world hasn’t crumbled by then I want to be listening to this when I die
