The Wedding by Half Past The Revolution Lyrics

Is this how the wedding goes
Is this how it goes
How many oats can you sow
So lost

A trade of your skin currency for all the sailors of the sea
When morals are torn by temptation
A thing of the past, lost for sensation

The vice, below the waist
The cure, written on her face
I know your legacy is so much
But this life is the cage we abide by London whore

While friction passes the hours
Your eyes on the clock won't let it stop

What is to blame
The money, the fame
Crave sinks its claws in you
You once fought for something much more
But this life is the cage we abide by London whore
Is this how the wedding goes
Is this how it goes
How many oats can you sow
So lost