Video Their Own Folklore de Abney Park 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Abney Park - Their Own Folklore Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sitting on a patchwork sofa in a rental home
Emotions greyed
Feeling all alone
There must be more to life than old copper and peeling paint
Cobwebs and dust
Was this our fate?

[Chorus]
In an alley running she grabs his hand
Hear the club drums pulse in the cold they scram
Past the doorman out in the back dancefloor
Spinning, turning, becoming their own folklore
Strobes are flashing, glitter and sparkling eyes
Sweat is dripping, skin and [?]
Hands around her, feeling her narrow waist
Pull her closer, lips upon her face

[Verse 2]
She was all he thought about when he was homе alone at night
White blonde pigtails
Palе skin so tight
Now it seems her story was something that he could rewrite
Held out his hand
They ran into the night
[Chorus]
In an alley running she grabs his hand
Hear the club drums pulse in the cold they scram
Past the doorman out in the back dancefloor
Spinning, turning, becoming their own folklore
Strobes are flashing, glitter and sparkling eyes
Sweat is dripping, skin and [?]
Hands around her, feeling her narrow waist
Pull her closer, lips upon her face

[Chorus]
In an alley running she grabs his hand
Hear the club drums pulse in the cold they scram
Past the doorman out in the back dancefloor
Spinning, turning, becoming their own folklore
Strobes are flashing, glitter and sparkling eyes
Sweat is dripping, skin and [?]
Hands around her, feeling her narrow waist
Pull her closer, lips upon her face