Finisterre

Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds

Use a bank? I'd rather die

I loved to draw when I was a little girl

It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be

Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks

Just because i can

I love the feeling of being slightly lost

To find new spaces, new routes, new areas

I love the lack of logic

I love the feeling of being slightly lost

I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things

There are too many bands that act lame

Sound tame

I believe In Electrelane

Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean

The beard and lipstick scene

So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture

So bored of stupidity

The myth of common sense

I believe in Donovan over Dylan

In love over cynicism

Oh, ??????????

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3)

Think about the love back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a town

Of silver birches

Twenty-seven chuches

A look of horror if you drop a H

Around here its hoods up and heads down

Got it the wrong way around

When things get turned around

I slow down

Dream about the notion of the perfect city

Imagine the 19th century never happened

Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus

Dreams never end

This house believes in skyscrapers

Chorus (x5):

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again

Think about the love back in Finisterre

I want to know the whole of the city with you

You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves