Mildenhall

Written by：James Mercer

At fifteen we had to leave the States again

Dad was stationed at an RAF base they called Mildenhall

Black moss on a busted wall

The cobblestones made it hard to skate

I thought my flattop was so new wave

Until it melted away in the Suffolk rain

Well god damn you miss the USA

Then a kid in class passed me a tape

An invitation not the hand of fate

I guess my shoes said I might relate

Somehow she knew I'd like to stay up waiting with her in the cold

For cheap beer and rock 'n roll

Which in time put lots of things in my mind

A kid in class passed me a tape

We saw some bands down at the corn exchange

I wonder where my sister was that night

Back at home under the tanning bed lights

I can still see the glow

Strange rays from her window

Each night as I was skating home

Started messing with my dad's guitar

Taught me some chords just to start me off

Whittling away on those rainy days

And that's how we get to where we are now

A kid in class passed me a tape

A band called the Jesus and the Mary Chain

I started messing with my dad's guitar

He taught me some chords just to start me off

Whittling away on all of those rainy days

And that's how we get to where we are now

And that's how we get to where we are now