Running On Fumes Lyrics

King Creosote & Jon Hopkins Running On Fumes

And what do you mean?
Our hill's not all that steep
When the gauge reads half a tank
And yet you run on fumes for a week

And you and I, we once looked fine
Until you split your lip against the side of my face
So why do we bother with all this fighting?
And especially at our age

And you never did
Write down their names
So why break bones for them?
And blackened nights you rage

And you and I, we once looked great
And you and I, we sounded fine
And you had high notes, but also high kerbs
I gave long stares, but I now take shorter steps

For after our accident we lost our no claims
And now I hate those pastel shades
That are just within my vision range

And you and I, we once looked fine
Until you split your lip against the side of my face
So why do we bother with all this fighting?
And especially at our age