Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes

Ba ba ba-ba bada ba! We make our own mythologies Yr maps won't let us down again Yr legends all played out Yr keepin' 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 One grey mess to another grey mess (Things) 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 Tear down our pubs and put up flats All rows of neat new tracts Why'd you want to live here if there's nothin' but housing? Yr boyfriend owns the bar we drink Yr boyfriend ruins everything! In the room with the bordered doors 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 One grey mess to another grey mess (Things) 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