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 keeping 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
From on grey mess to another grey mess
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
Burn 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
Yr boyfriend owns the bar we drink
Yr boyfriend ruins everything
In a room with blinds drawn down
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
From on grey mess to another grey mess
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