Manchester Snow - Benjamin Francis Leftwich

Written by：Benjamin Francis Leftwich

It's better to sing that you stick to your wings

Then to roll in the past

But right in the blur of a stormed apparition

I was stuck out making it last

Are you ready for love to carry you home

Keep your hands steady

You're bound to be unknown

When you were getting low in the Manchester snow

I was buying new jeans

When you were giving head in the cold of his bed

I had lapped you twice

I don't know their names but I know what they mean at least

I'm not another major machine

Are you ready

For love to carry you home

Keep your hands steady

You're bound to be unknown

Are you ready now

For love to carry you home

Keep your hands steady

You're bound to be unknown

If my soul is returning from where I cannot see

From smoke into summer tonight could set us free

In the morning there is sunlight and it burns into our world

Oh little darling we have learned