I'll be alright with you   You could see me with the things I do   You confined me with your car keys   I'll be laced up in your shoe      Yeah, she plays the concertina   And do you know what that means, yeah?   Because it has to mean something, man   It's an immaculate machine      When these things return tonight   I'll be looking for you   Lonesome highway, out of sight   I'll be singing to you      About us   It will be total destruction   And I love you so much more   These are my instructions      The days we had, the days we felt   We are - nothing to feel   There will be nothing to feel      Northern town, the rain keeps falling   Looking for you   On the lonely streets you're walking   Singing to you      One day you will find   That every fucking thing   Will make you lose your mind   Will make you lose your swing   When the night is young   It means the day is old   You were never sure   You were bought and sold