Glasgow Is A Punk Rock Town Songtext

Horses run and at some point they stop
Twisted tales like a phone cord
And I miss you more than I tell you but when I tell you that I miss you then the phone runs cold.

Drawing blank with (....)
The inclusion of a boy's name in the letters that you wrote me
And the junk mail filtered emails that I never read.
But everyone knows, glasgow is a punk rock town
Everyone saw
That as you passed the window my nose started to bleed