Bronze Medal (Bob Weston Session) Songtext / Lyric

It felt cold inside

So we threw the radio onto the fire

It felt good to watch it

Burn away to nothing

You said you felt week

I hope it's got

Nothing to do with the things you told me






CHORUS:

Nothing but your eyes

Looking down on the third place

You've got nothing but determination

To come in third



You were always going to be like this

When it's somewhere that's as cold as this

You were always meant to be like this in the cold



It felt warm inside

So we threw the television on the fire

It was in frustration

'Coz I had nothing to throw away



CHORUS:



You know that you're always meant to be like this

You know that I'm always meant to be like this

You know that you're always meant to be like this

You know that you're always meant to be