Many Ways - Bombay Bicycle Club

One spur in the fire, burning

Now we’re clearing the embers away

There are many ways this way

So I tell you like you’re meant to

And you’re quick to guess my choice

Was it my trembling hand or my voice?

She said you’re stirring

Tossing, turning

Just like you were in the night

I am sure your choice is right

I’ve always been a coward

Been a coward to this day

There are many ways this way

And your fortune taken from you

By men that always say

There are many ways this way