Underwear - FM Belfast

We come from a place where we count the days

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

We come from a place where we count the days

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

(keep walking…)

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

'couse nothing ever happends here.

becouse nothing ever happends here.

where everyone keeps off the grass

No l?

No l?

No nothing.

No nothing.

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

('Couse nothing ever happends here.)

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

(Oh my lord!)

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

(Oh my lord!)

('Couse nothing ever happends here.)

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

(Oh my lord!)

We come from a place where we count the days

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

We come from a place where we count the days

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

untill nothing.

(keep walking…)

(Oh my lord!)

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

('Couse nothing ever happends here.)

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

(Oh my lord!)

We’re running down the streets in our underwear

(Oh my lord!)

('Couse nothing ever happends here.)

We’e running up the hill-it's over there.

(Oh my lord!)