#johnny foreigner

Lyrics:

We make our own mythologies Your maps won't let us down again Your legends all played out You're keeping some dark secrets but you talk in your sleep We make our own mythologies All gangster scenes and bullet scars Your 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 Distance knows a heavy heart less

Every single, single night out For a lifetime of college films (A sign! a sign!) I'm hoping, 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 nothing but housing? Your boyfriend owns the bar we drink Your boyfriend ruins everything In a room with the blinds drawn 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 Distance knows a heavy heart less

Every single, single night out For a lifetime of college films (A sign! a sign!) I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping you don't call