Taken from The Fratellis' new album ‘Half Drunk Under A Full Moon’ out now. Stream this track & order the album here: [ Ссылка ]

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Lyrics:
The sun went down like a vision on the hill
she knows she never knew him and she’s knows she never will
and the band played Where’s Your Lost Love Gone?
on and
there was nothing too good for this English Rose
he knew she had a heart but where God only knows
so he left her nowhere bound

listen to the sound
of one hand clap in the pale of the moonlight
all those years frozen in the the spotlight
nowhere now maybe somehow they just burned too bright?
even when they won they always
lost themselves to the sideways glances
praying to the saints of doomed romances
tell their tale love is not for sale
it’s a word you heard
the last songbird

so they walked for miles in the dead heat sun
from those memories they could never outrun
and the band played Where Did Our Love Go?
who could know?
he would throw himself at her feet and plead
You give me everything i want and nothing that i need
but to you i’m always bound

listen to the sound
of one hand clap in the pale of the moonlight
all those years frozen in the the spotlight
nowhere now maybe somehow they just burned too bright?
even when they won they always
lost themselves to the sideways glances
praying to the saints of doomed romances
tell their tale love is not for sale
it’s a word you heard
the last songbird



under this crooked spell how could anybody resist?
He keeps her under lock and key
She keeps him on her to do list
porcelain nights and skin tight moves
they live between the comedy and comedown blues
in love and war all is lost and found
is it just a case of the last shakedown?
while the world spins every way but round and around
all is simple on the upside down

listen to the sound
of one hand clap in the pale of the moonlight
all those years frozen in the the spotlight
nowhere now maybe somehow they just burned too bright?
even when they won they always
lost themselves to the sideways glances
praying to the saints of doomed romances
tell their tale love is not for sale
it’s a word you heard
the last songbird

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