They tore the tongue from the town
Had the nerve to shed tears for the underground
Still need somewhere to come up now the club’s shut down
Aha, ha!
My heart lifts off the backseat, joins the bedtime birds
Numbers rule my life but I’m a man of words
But round her it surges like I can’t describe
Sin, sin, since I
Since I heard your name
I’ve been coming alive
The lines of your fingers
Can we head to mine?
Since I
Sin, sin, since I
Left you late
At Sunday light
It’s a city changing
A shadow play of what it was
It’s a different type of hedonist that wears a crown
Rave echoes are the currency in shutdown town
A sadlad reminiscence with the SoundCloud out
Aha, ha
I’m a caller you can count on in the fading light
I’m a counter you can call on in the dead of night
Young yearning, burning earnings
When the time is right…
Since I
Sin, sin, since I
The roads are on surge but the urge has spoken
As one door shuts, another opens
Least till tomorrow when the spell is broken
Aha, ha…
If I were you, I’d forget about that day
Memory fades when you’ve let yourself down
Promises made in a cab, they fade
Well, where are the people who care for you now?
Summer sensoria, unite the euphoria
Get back on the chase and you’ll never come down
Daylight deceit makes you feel complete
Well, this is for someone who never slows down…
Since I
The sight of your shoulders
Laid by my side
Since I
Sin, sin, since I
We dreamt a dream of this town
In between the offie and the eider down
Can you hack another bag if you’re coming round?
Aha, ha!
Can you hear that banging bassline through your bedroom wall?
You shut down our clubs then six of us moved in next door
Least you can tell me now how you sleep at night
Sin, sin, since I
‘Since I’ is an airborne late-night odyssey guided by something just out of reach. It’s about burying yourself beneath words and warm bodies in an endless search for the right ones. It’s by and for Tom Watson, whose voice haunts this song which he wrote with us before leaving Real Lies for pastures...