Elbow

Some Riot

Elbow


A friend of mine grows his very own brambles 
They twist all around him 'til he can't move 
Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles 
What is my friend trying to prove? 

The bruise turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem 
And the kids gather round trying to see what's inside 
I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot 
What is my friend trying to hide? 
Cause it's breaking my heart, it's breaking my heart 
And it's breaking my heart to pull out the rain 
Brother of mine, don't run with those fuckers 
When will my friend start singing again? 
When will my friend start singing again?