Editors - These Streets Are Still Home To Me

I like it when you cry
You can see how much you care
Addiction fills the streets
Well these streets are still home to me

This was easy
What a way we degrade
Temptation and angels
We are meant to fade

I don't believe in fate
And I don't believe in God
But I do believe in love
And I believe in what we have

If this was easy
What a way we degrade
Temptation and angels
We are meant to fade

If this is easy
What a way to degrade
Welcome home friend
There is light in the shade