A perfect stylist, Winers aura is distinctively English. Winer doesnt transpose Russian rock ideas into Kings English, but sticks to melancholy, shoe-gazing pop
They will never let you stay
Just because they are they
They will never let you
They will never let you
And if you stay they’ll hurt you
They will never let you go free
Look, my love, what they’ve done to me
They will never let you
They will never let you
And if you go they’ll get you
Every night
Every single night
I cannot sleep
I think about you
Every night
Every single night
I cannot sleep
I never even tried to
Every star is made of gas
Helium, hydrogen and maybe something else
Every star is bound to shine
Every star is bound to shine
Every star is counted
Every night
Every single night
Some are born to sweet delight
Every night
Every single night
Some are born to endless night
