歌词
Cutting through the floors in this maze
Slowing down for the metro wind fires
Feel it creeping through your clothes to your face
Before you leave it behind
Fall to your knees, for gold outta sight
The smell of the rain that's pouring, from the city skyline
Is it the senses
Is it the effect
How you notice all the treasures that are there
In all of the tiny
In all of the rest
In all the gold it's just nails you collect
Heartbreak makes a fine detectorist
Rising through the oil and the stains
Where you and all these pigeons can spy
Leaning over till you feel your heart race
Be there for a while
Horns and the streaks
The river of cars cut through the night
All of the furnaces that twinkle through your breath
Sending all the glitter down to hide
Is it the senses
Is it the effect
Now you notice all the shrapnel in your chest
In all of the tiny
In all of the rest
In all the gold it's just nails you collect
Heartbreak makes a fine detectorist
Ooooh
Cut through night
Ooooh
Cut through night
Ooooh
Cut through night
Ooooh
Cut through night