The Real Tuesday Weld - Nightingales (feat. Mara Carlyle) lyrics

A shady street of fog A whistle blows, a train slowly moves on You wave once more And draw your gun You lose yourself aghast In twilight dreams and sweet regrets And maybe you'll forget What you've become We sang like nightingales Of happy fits and childhood fairytales Forever setting sail Into the sun Nightingales Nightingales Nightingales