You dropped the keys down seven storeys You count the cranes out, fifteen this week Outskirts, post-peak, spirits high It's never easy to say goodbye, bye ♪ You caught a lion's heart, held it in your arms Where has the time gone seven years on? Outskirts, post-peak, spirits high Oh, it's never easy to let things die or slide ♪ I'm not your brother, I wouldn't hurt you like they do I'm not your mother, I'd never make you feel that blue Leave for the outskirts, post-peak with spirits high Learning to let go, learning to leave some things behind Learning to leave some things behind You dropped the keys down Learning to leave some things behind You count that cranes out Learning to leave some things behind And you twist the corkscrew Turn by turn, you run further from reason It's killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season Killing season