Lostprophets

She won't let me go,
Don't put me down,
I've seen the scenes and I've been around.

Big city lies,
The bullshit smiles,
The inside jokes and the changing style.

But when I'm here,
I leave behind,
What I don't need
'Cause everytime I walk these streets I know they're mine.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything's ok."

Oh these roads they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Grey clouds up above,
But you still gotta love,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Your faded signs,
Your tiny crime,
Your endless jokes that go on for miles

Your errant daughter,
Walks on water,
You wouldn't have a word said against her.

But I agree,
The factories,
The shopping carts sing a symphony,
That sounds like home to me.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything's ok."

Oh these roads they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Grey clouds up above,
But you still gotta love,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Oooooooooooo,
Oooooooooooo.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything will be okay."

These streets of nowhere!

Oh these roads they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Grey clouds up above,
But you still gotta love,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere