Red-Lit Haze

Verse 1

Saturday shuffle down the wet high street

Rain on the rooftops catching the beat

Scratch in the attic found the seven-inch sleeve

Pulled out the record we swore we would leave

Pre-Chorus

And it goes around and around in my head

Every last chorus we screamed in the shed

Chorus

We were the noise in the back of the room

Spinning the decks till the speakers went boom

Hands on the rails and we never looked down

This town is a stage and we wear the crown

Drop

(We wear the crown)

(We wear the crown)

Verse 2

Denim and deadstock from a stall in the arcade

Chucking our change in the yellow machine

Smoke in the rusty old bus shelter haze

Voices all tangled like guitar strings

Pre-Chorus

And it pulls me back to the red-lit haze

Every last chord on the crooked PA

Chorus

We were the noise in the back of the room

Spinning the decks till the speakers went boom

Hands on the rails and we never looked down

This town is a stage and we wear the crown

Bridge

Sideburn and slogan stuck on the wall

Echo of glory when the summer came crawling

And the streets still smell like the old northern rain

Tangled in the static again and again

Chorus

We were the noise in the back of the room

Spinning the decks till the speakers went boom

Hands on the rails and we never looked down

This town is a stage and we wear the crown

Drop

(We wear the crown)

(We wear the crown)