Church, The - Heading South Lyrics






The wind in the wireless
Smell of the neon
Rustle our papers
Starlight broke down

Alone in the backseats
Rain on the windshield
Face in the rain drops
Mist rolling in

We're heading south
We're heading south again
We're heading south
Heading south again

Lightning is frozen
TV's gone haywire
The traffic on Broadway
The sound of the moon

Golden impression
This certain explosion
The price of a ticket
Beating a drum

We're heading south
Heading south again
We're heading south
Heading south again

Romeo vacuum
Cyrillic adaption
Smooth application
Tomorrow vision

Ending abruptly
I stop for a moment
Possible outcome
Rational thought

We're heading south
We're heading south again
We're heading south
Heading south again





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