Moving On

Well you kindly invited me up to your place
I was aged and withered by the lashes of fate
I had no belongings, I'd sold my guitar
I left my home slipped the keys under the door
Tired from years of dancing with my failures and tired of trying to be some kind of saviour

I'm moving on
Well, this love's like an ice cube melting in my palm
I'm moving on
I'm moving on

Well, we spent a few months just living it up
Drinking on trains speeding through September
We never cared much about money or the weather
I loved your lips and the way you liked to wander
But soon enough you saw this could never last

I may be lovey-dovey
I'm a pain in the ass

I'm moving on
Well, this love's like a phantom limb I want to scratch
I'm moving on
I'm moving on

I'm moving on
Well, this loves like a boot stuck in a ditch
I'm moving on
I'm moving on