Editors Racing Rats Live At Pukkelpop 2017

When the time comes You re no longer here Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can t keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats And do my best to win Slow down little one You can t keep running away You mustn t go outside yet It s not your time to play I push my hands up to the sky Shade my eyes from the sun As the dust settles around me Suddenly nightime has begun If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the ear