Artist: Editors Album: An End has a Start Title: The Racing Rats When the time comes You're no longer here Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats And do my best to win Slow down little one You can't keep running away You mustn't go outside yet It's not your time to play I push my hands up to the sky Shade my eyes from the sun As the dust settles around me Suddenly nightime has begun If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth Let's pretend we never met Let's pretend we're on our own We live different lives Until our covers blown I push my hand up to the sky Shade my eyes from the sun As the dust settles around me Suddenly nightime has begun If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth Come on now You knew you were lost But you carried on anyway Oh come on now You knew you had no time But you let the day drift away If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it make In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth

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