Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes

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