Like a gun in a bible
It's a secret I keep
We were prophets on hillsides
Back in London last week
Now, I drive to the main shop
It disappears like a dream
And I broke my good hand
Out here pouring concrete
All I do is lose
Feels like whiplash on the tarmac
When I come back
It's like whiplash
Like a dog in a bathtub
I'm hiding out from the storm
The label's gone quiet
All my calls get ignored
I head down to the dive bar
And when I walk in, Sam leaves
The faithful apostles
Lean in close when I speak
I wish it was you
Feels like whiplash on the tarmac
When I come back
It's like whiplash
