Pocketbooks - Harbour Lights lyrics

Seven Sisters, you showed me how to smile Seven Sisters, gave me love and hurt in equal size I'm afraid that I've strayed and there's no turning back I long for autumn, just to hide within a coat I long for winter, just to have the streets all to myself A hidden retreat or a stolen weekend I'll cling with weathered fingertips Soft-focused melodies and Swap decades of hectic streets for A weekend's faded memories Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back The lifeboats bob on the turning tide The carousel spins silently in black and white And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves The needle drops and I'm feeling seasick Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks And the tidal streams I'm sleepwalking back to the sea Well I know, the winter takes its toll on you Those hectic scenes, those unforgiving streets Drive-by soundbites, in fifteen words or less Chequebook politics, always in lower case Just dodge the bullets and try to think of somewhere else Seven Sisters, I love you but that's it Swing Out Sister, take me anywhere just play the hits I'm turning imperfect cartwheels on cold cobbled streets I'll cling with weathered fingertips Soft-focused melodies and Swap decades of hectic streets for A weekend's faded memories Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back Where the lifeboats bob on the turning tide The carousel spins silently in black and white And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves The needle drops and I'm feeling seasick Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks And the tidal streams I'm sleepwalking back to the sea Well I know, the winter takes its toll on you Those hectic scenes, those unforgiving streets And I know, the temptation just to trade it in Those hectic scenes, for a weekend's faded memories Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back Where the lifeboats bob on the turning tide The carousel spins silently in black and white And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves The needle drops and I'm feeling seasick Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks And the tidal streams I'm sleepwalking back to the sea