Cobbled Streets

[Verse 1]

Out of the light in the kitchen

And out of the house

Now that I know what I'm missing

I'm not scared to go without

[Pre-Chorus]

What's that, I've been falling asleep

At the table again

Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe

I'm not what I am

[Chorus]

Should it be this hard?

Should it feel like disconnecting?

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard

These cobbled streets and I?

[Verse 2]

I saw a glimpse of the world

Outside my home town

American porch light

Hanging over the shop where my

Tennis socks are supplied

[Pre-Chorus]

What's that, I've been falling asleep

At the table again

Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe

I'm not what I am

[Chorus]

Should it be this hard?

Should it feel like disconnecting?

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard

Should it be this hard?

[Post-Chorus]

And I'm good at smiling when required

Filter all my words

And you'll like what you heard

And I could write a song

And sell it to someone

Who better fits my work

[Chorus]

But should it be this hard?

Should it feel like disconnecting?

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard

These cobbled streets and I?

Should it be this hard

These cobbled streets and I?