Text: Turin Brakes. Other. Balham To Brooklyn.

I?m on a plane heading to New York
To see my sister
I don?t really know what I?m heading for
Buts that just like me To leave my friends behind
Holding hands
At least holding hands in my eyes

And it?s hard when you don?t know why you?re leaving
Yes it?s so hard but there?s 3000 miles from Balham to Brooklyn

I remember the day she said to me
Take this magic marker and draw yourself a door
And through that door you can take yourself to a better place
A better place you?ve been longing for

And it?s hard when you don?t know why you?re leaving
Yes it?s so hard but there?s 3000 miles from Balham to Brooklyn

All day all night you try you try
But you don?t really know where you?re going
All day all night you try you try
But you don?t really know where you are

And it?s hard when you don?t know why you?re leaving
Yes it?s so hard but there?s 3000 miles from Balham to Brooklyn