Throwing Darts
Darlin I'm lost now
I can't sit still in this bed
There's too many options
And I just want Venetian red
I want to remember
That feeling that felt like it did
When we'd fold up the bad news
Into pirate hats on our heads
Throwing darts, such a waste
Honey you've got heart, but no faith
I'm blowing my savings
On a big fucking boat
To pile all my friends in
And we'd never go home
I think we'd be happy
Just sailing and joking around
It beats photographing
All the death in this town
Seeing stars, just a taste
I want your heart, in my face
Writer/s: Charles Crossingham, Stuart McLamb
