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
