Stamford Hill The Bunker Sessions by Rebecka Reinhard Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On a bus through Stamford Hill
My eyes tear up against my will
Thought I was done with this by now
Down the steps past Cara House
My eyes transfixed by all the red and yellow lights
That must be what I look like inside

[Verse 2]
You want to talk about your work
I change the subject with my hand inside your shirt
These repetitions come with ease
Sitting on your broken bed
You fail to see the cloud over my head
I wish I liked the way you kiss

[Chorus]
Should I tell my lovers my heart’s a dead end
No one cares if you don’t promise anything
Every spark I feel soon turns to smoke again
[Post-Chorus]
And what’s the point in crying when it all pours back to you

[Verse 3]
You ask if I feel better now
I want to say yes but I just don’t know how
And you’re already half-asleep
Sadness pushed down to my toes
It comes and goes just like a ghost
At least I’m never quite alone

[Chorus]
Should I tell my lovers my heart’s a dead end
No one cares if you don’t promise anything
Every spark I feel soon turns to smoke again

[Post-Chorus]
And what’s the point in crying when it all pours back to you