Karaoké Cariad The Royston Club

I'm not a godly man but every time we fucked

I'd shout out Oh God enough to send up my own little prayer

I'm not a lucky man but darling you had me fooled

You carved out a better man

One that loved you through and through

I used to spend whole evenings watching the movements of your mouth

I'd take you all in and thank God that I did 'cos it's all that I'm left with now

Trapped inside for another night

These junkie fingers scroll me back to another life

My eyes burn holes through pictures of you and I

Cariad I miss you all the time

Accepting it's over

I let the air run out

All of these pictures of you and I plastered on the hallways of my mind

But now that it's over

I let the air run out

I'm just a crooked man

I found God in sin

I'd dig up the past again just to watch you dancing within

I'm missing Call Lane and the cigarette stains

All the poetry I never read

Outrageously dreaming of us reconvening and you leading me back to bed

Trapped inside for another night

These junkie fingers scroll me back to another life

My eyes burn holes through pictures of you and I

Cariad I miss you all the time

Accepting it's over

I let the air run out

All of these pictures of you and I plastered on the hallways of my mind

But now that it's over

I let the air run out

Oh but I still wake up with things to tell ya

That I dream of you no matter who I'm sleeping next to

Good God I resent you for leaving but I can't pretend

I don't need you

Cariad indulge in this sin

I need your delicate fingers tracing my outline again

Just once again

I'm not a godly man but every time we fucked