Paroles de Devices

If i was left to my own devices I wouldn't go out in the rain If i was in a room with all of my vices You'd never see me again You sing 'cause you're loosing The last threads of night There's no time for dancing But maybe you might The sort of song you sing on sundays Could be as down as rain The things i do to get to see you The random hanging 'round on trains You sing 'cause you're loosing The last threads of night There's no time for dancing But maybe you might Pick your three favourite roll necks And catch the next flight But you won't