Frontwards-Los Campesinos!

[ti:Frontwards] [ar:Los Campesinos!] [al:Sticking Fingers Into Sockets] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Frontwards (向前的) - Los Campesinos! [00:26.17]I am the only one [00:28.25] [00:28.76]Searching for you [00:29.95] [00:31.72]And if I get caught [00:33.38] [00:34.52]Well, then the search is through [00:36.55] [00:39.28]And the stories you hear [00:40.42]You know they never add up [00:42.06]I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart [00:44.70]Be quiet, the weather's on the night news [00:47.56] [00:48.07]Empty homes, plastic combs [00:50.27] [00:51.56]Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome [00:53.80] [00:55.77]I've got style [00:57.46]Miles and miles [00:58.10]So much style that it's wasting [01:00.59]So much style that it's wasting [01:02.15] [01:03.75]So much style that it's wasting [01:05.59] [01:21.76]Now, she's the only one [01:22.99] [01:24.02]Who always inhales [01:25.44] [01:26.83]Paris is stale [01:27.73] [01:29.47]And it's war if we fail [01:31.17] [01:33.28]And in the migrant hotels [01:34.73] [01:35.63]They never sleep, they never will [01:37.24]Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold [01:40.38]Your cigarette cuts to the inside [01:41.94]Empty homes, plastic combs [01:44.39] [01:46.64]Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome [01:49.12] [01:49.82]I've got style [01:51.15]Miles and miles [01:52.38]So much style that it's leaving [01:54.91] [01:55.47]This pattern's torn and we're weaving [01:57.92] [01:58.44]This pattern's torn and we'll weave it