歌词
National Treasures we are
Dreaming it up, as the train departs
from Pentre Bach, the tracks are bound
to the foot of the hill, still bleeding brown
into the Taff, and down to the moon
Until we all march out of Cardiff town
On the edge of the bed, and drunk down the milky
I wish I was living in the past
cause they’re already dead, those heroes that raised me
Just give me a smoke and I’ll make it last
I’ll make it last
So we’re young at heart and half egoic
A poet’s only a poet once they get to know it
And so from that park to outside the crown
Where that Martyr’s tune is bleeding out
into the Taff and down to the moon
Until we all march out of Cardiff town
On the edge of the bed, and drunk down the Milky
I wish I was living in the past
cause they’re already dead, those heroes that raised me
Just give me a smoke and I’ll make it last
I’ll make it last
I’ll make it last
Give me a smoke, I’ll make it last
Give me a smoke, I’ll make it last
Give me a smoke, I’ll make it
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