Lyrics
Friday night comes along
So look alive, the camera's on
Blind I'm a man, in the dark
That hides like a snake, in the rough
Maybe I should move along
Or maybe I've not seen enough
Blind I'm a man, in the dark
It cuts like a knife, through my heart
Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Friday night disappears
These blurry eyes don't see the tears
Pained from the light of the sun
Ashamed of the man I've become
Maybe I should call it quits
I feel it slipping through my fingertips
No I just can't face, anymore
Lost in a place, I adore
Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Writer(s): Adam Mason, Jack Balfour Scott, Joseph Arnold, Tom Leach
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