We make our own mythologies Yr maps won't let us down again Yr legends all played out Yr keeping some dark secrets, But you talk in your sleep
We make our own mythologies All gangster scenes and bullet scars Yr fashion's three months late If I had the guts I promise I would...
Cut the powerlines Tape the letterbox shut I don't worry about those things I don't worry about those... From on grey mess to another grey mess Distance knows a heavy heart best
Eve(ry) sin(gle), sin(gle) night (out) For a lifetime of college films (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!) I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping you don't call
Tear down our nightclubs, put up flats Burn down our pubs and put up flats All rows of neat new tracts Why'd you want to live here if there's nothing but housing?
Yr boyfriend owns the bar, we drink Yr boyfriend ruins everything In a room with blinds drawn down If I had the guts I promise I would...
Cut the powerlines Tape the letterbox shut I don't worry about those things I don't worry about those... From on grey mess to another grey mess Distance knows a heavy heart best
Eve(ry) sin(gle), sin(gle) night (out) For a lifetime of college films (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!) I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping you don't call