Fake Venice Lyrics by Sorcha Richardson
Six cars in the car park
One light in the dark room
Play me back the hard part
The mirror and the blood moon
Died out like a diamond
Cast across the wall
Blame it on the timing
The voices down the hall
I was in fake Venice
Oh the romance of it all
You found me where you left me
Knocking at your door again
Pull up to the wire
I’m your consequence
Echoing in the choir
Call it heaven sent
One day you might get it
The penny’s gonna drop
The world spins when you let it
And you say when it stops
If I could learn to park it
Get my breathing slow
Watch him take his shot
With his prettiest arrow
Land out in the harbour
And you don’t bat an eye
Laughing in the hotel
‘Cause he can’t get you high
Calling up the chapel
Put a message in the sky
Iced out in the ice bar
Knocking at your door again
Pull up to the wire
I’m your consequence
Echoing in the choir
Call it heaven sent
One day you might get it
The penny’s gonna drop
The world spins when you let it
And you say when it stops
Pull up to the wire again
I’m your consequence
Pull up to the wire again
I’m your consequence
