Текст песни Glasgow - The Snuts

Glasgow

And I will bite my tongue
And I won’t be the one
To tell you no
I promise you this
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow
Will you hold your fire,
When there comes a time,
To take your shot.
Will you stand on stage,
when they disengage from your song.
When the big bad city won’t call your name
And the clouds won’t clear
The sun’s to blame
Jump on my back
And i will take you home
When the roads stand still
And the birds won’t fly
roll your stone
to clear your mind
Jump on my back
And I will take you home
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow
Will you hold your own
When there comes a call
Saying that they’re gone
Will you fold your hand,
when the Sun and sand won’t come your way
When the big bad city won’t call your name
And the clouds won’t clear
The sun’s to blame
Jump on my back
And i will take you home
When the roads stand still
And the birds won’t fly
roll your stone
to clear your mind
Jump on my back
And I will take you home
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow
And I will bite my tongue
And I won’t be the one
To tell you no
I promise you this
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow