Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
Fountains of Wayne
As the city asleep
Shares its dreams and desires
Every wish that we keep
Will trace a line to other times, other places
Though the song of the proud
Howls and dies, never fall for defeat
Take a trip to reprieve
Every hour they leave
From Killermont Street
Drink a drink to before
And our memories spill
Adding on as they pour
From our Saturdays and secret sensations
Drink a drink to tonight
Whisky words tumble down in the street
With the pain that they cure
Sentimentally yours
From Killermont Street
And with collar upturned
I made it south to see
That the love I had spurned
Was just the hate in me
As the ships and the steel
Slip away to the cry of 'compete'
There's a message for us
We can get there by bus
From Killermont Street
Killermont Street was written by Roddy Frame.