St Christopher Jamie T

[Verse 1]
Seems like a heavy load
Anti-depressants lessen episodes
While the West End boys in their hand-me-down clothes
Brag about fights under high street lights
She walks alone the long way home
And oh, she's a troubled soul
Oh so troubled but nobody knows

[Verse 2]
Looks like his armour's old
Carrying chinks that his father used to own
And when he hits the bottle it definitely shows
He's a Machiavellian in a rebellion
I wish I could see, I would so follow
And oh, he's a terrible state
Oh so terrible, drowning in hate

[Chorus]
But oh, when you see him
He's smiling at the ceiling
And telling you he's never growing old
And oh, when you see her
She smiles when you greet her
And tells you that she's never alone
As long as St Christopher's here
As long as St Christopher's here
As long as St Christopher's here
As long as St Christopher's here