The Royston Club – Cariad @MelancholymoodI'm not a godly manBut every time we fuckedI'd shout out, "

The Royston Club – Cariad @MelancholymoodI'm not a godly manBut every time we fuckedI'd shout out, "Oh, God, " enoughTo send up my own little prayerI'm not a lucky manBut, darling, you had me fooledYou carved out a better manOne that loved you through and throughI used to spend whole eveningsWatching the movements of your mouthI'd take you all in, and thank God that I did'Cause it's all that I'm left with nowTrapped inside for another nightThese junkie fingers scroll me back to another lifeMy eyes burn holes throughPictures of you and ICariad, I miss you all the timeAccepted it's over, I let the air run outAll of these pictures of you and IPlastered on the hallways of my mindBut now that it's over, I let the air run outI'm just a crooked manI found God in sinI'd dig up the past againJust to watch you dancing withinI'm missing Call Lane and the cigarette stainsAll the poetry I never readOutrageously dreaming of us reconveningAnd you leading me back to bedTrapped inside for another nightThese junkie fingers scroll me back to another lifeMy eyes burn holes throughPictures of you and ICariad, I miss you all the timeAccepted it's over, I let the air run outAll of these pictures of you and IPlastered on the hallways of my mindBut now that it's over, I let the air run outOh, but I still wake up with things to tell youThat I dream of you, no matter who I'm sleeping next toGood God, I resent you for leavingBut I can't pretend I don't need youAnd, Cariad, indulge in this sinI need your delicate fingers tracing my outline againJust once againI'm not a godly manBut every time we fucked#Lyrics@Melancholymood