Jackson by Six Impossible Things Lyrics

I woke up alone
The only thing I know is that yesterday night I played a show
And lost my voice
My throat is fucked up because of the alcohol

The weather out of the window takes my mind back to London town
Where the streets are full of dreams
And all the way around you can hear people whispering:

We are the kids with holes in our sneakers
Waiting for another night to believe and
We used to drive that same old car
That brought us to the most amazing places we’ve seen so far
Only one smoke left in the pack
For the next one we hope to find a new friend
Still singin’ along and we mean it
While that song constantly keeps on repeating

‘Late for the sky’ keeps on spinnin’ 33 rounds per minute
Jackson is singin’ out something softly
And he’s softly killing me
Out there is snowing
But his voice always seems to be able to warm our hearts