Canterbury Streets

Standing outside on the concrete cold

(ahhh) Where the bassline leaks and the stories get told

Left an unpaid tab on the wooden bar

Talking 'bout that winter down in Zanzibar

Under streetlights glowing, we watch the smoke rise (ooh,

yeah) Chasing places we never went under heavy skies Leave the receipt

on the counter, let the record spin

This is where we end,

this is where we begin

Paper slips and copper coins under the glass

(hmmnn) Watching the neon-hued traffic pass

We named a city we've only seen on a map

Lost in the rhythm of a dusty clap

Under streetlights glowing, we watch the smoke rise (ooh,

yeah) Chasing places we never went under heavy skies Leave the receipt

on the counter, let the record spin

This is where we end,

this is where we begin