These Wicked Rivers - Lonely Road

Drinking on my own, this gin it stares into my soul
Smoking cigarettes and watching ash fall on the floor
Angels offered comfort, lately they don't come at all
It's a lonely road to Hell

It's starting now to break me how I'm starting to forget
The feeling of your skin on mine, the sweet smell of your sweat
It's killing me how quickly love could turn into regret
It's a lonely road to Hell

When did the birds forget how to sing?
With eyes shut tight, to block out everything
But I still feel that sting you left under my skin

Drinking on my own, this gin it stares into my soul
Smoking cigarettes and watching ash fall on the floor
Angels offered comfort, now they never come at all
It's a lonely road to Hell
It's a lonely road to Hell
It's a lonely road to Hell

Written by:
Arran Day, Daniel Southall, John Hartwell, Richard Wilson

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