Lights Out In A Provincial Town

Lights out in a provincial town
The stars can't escape the light on the ground
Talking to the moon
You know your favourite subject is you

You're in denial, denial
But tonight if I ask you, ask you

Blanket, uniform, like the shapes you threw
The orchestra in your head plays your theme tune

Ran through the precinct
And no-one looked in our direction
She made up her age
It's one picture I couldn't throw away

You can't even write your, write your, name
You're nothing special, special

Blanket, uniform, likе the shapes you threw
Thе orchestra in your head plays your theme tune

In spidery handwriting she outlines her escape
I suppose she's got her reasons
False memories, don't look for them here
All you'll find is

Needles on the beaches
Sunday morning speeches
And I'm never going back to Prestatyn again

Provincial girl
Provincial girl
Provincial girl