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 s***es, new routes, new areas
I love the lack of logic
I love the feeling of being slightly lost
I believe 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 c**ture,
So bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense
I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism
Oh, [unknown]
[Chorus]
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: x 5]
I want to know the whole of the city with you
You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves.
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 s***es, new routes, new areas
I love the lack of logic
I love the feeling of being slightly lost
I believe 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 c**ture,
So bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense
I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism
Oh, [unknown]
[Chorus]
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: x 5]
I want to know the whole of the city with you
You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves.