When you go and the wind blows you home
You were wrong and the fault was your own
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stayed and the ones who disappear
The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
I don't sit so well
Under banks of Boston
You are my blood
you are my blood
You're hung up to dry and your strange
you're strange god knows
but your loved loved loved
You was all but your never looking back
You were young far too young for words like that
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stayed, ones who raged and wrote and 'appeared
The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
I don't sit so well
Under banks of Boston
You are my blood
you are my blood
You are my blood
you are my blood
You are my blood
you are my blood
You're hung up to dry and your strange
you're strange god knows
but your loved loved loved
I don't sit so well
Under banks of Boston
You are my blood
you are my blood