Lucy Rose - White Car

Leaving in a white car on a black day
With a note that leaves no sign of you
With your bags packed and a scratch card
With a leaflet of a life that one day could be yours

They say place your bets, put your money on the table
Roll the dice, let's see who ends up on top
But when it all goes wrong who's to blame
Watch the fingers point in, you'll feel that holy shame

So you're leaving in a white car on a black day
With a note that leaves no sign of you
Leaving in a white car on a black day