Cobbled Streets

[Verse 1]
Out of the light in the kitchen
And out of the house
Now that I know what I'm missing
I'm not scared to go without

[Pre-Chorus]
What's that, I've been falling asleep
At the table again
Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe
I'm not what I am

[Chorus]
Should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard
These cobbled streets and I?

[Verse 2]
I saw a glimpse of the world
Outside my home town
American porch light
Hanging over the shop where my
Tennis socks are supplied

[Pre-Chorus]
What's that, I've been falling asleep
At the table again
Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe
I'm not what I am

[Chorus]
Should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard
Should it be this hard?

[Post-Chorus]
And I'm good at smiling when required
Filter all my words
And you'll like what you heard
And I could write a song
And sell it to someone
Who better fits my work

[Chorus]
But should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard
These cobbled streets and I?

Should it be this hard
These cobbled streets and I?