Song Description
Love in the face of criticism/skepticism.
Song Length |
4:34 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Easy Listening |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Falling in Love, Hope |
Similar Artists |
Morrissey, Coldplay |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There's a panic at the gates
They blame it on Sundays
Your eyes have seen the worst tonight.
Don't believe a word they say
Just breath that got away
You don't know where to start
It's neither left nor right.
Should I falter should I break
Trip over mixed words
It wouldn't be the first time
Somewhere it's half-past eight
In a town where people still wave goodbye.
Forget the wrongs that we've done.
Our so-called crimes in a town full of bandits.
From the X on the ground where we stand
We're thick as thieves.
We'll catch a plane through Los Angeles
And head for the border towns.
A place where the customs won't
Kick us around or bring us down.
From a sports car deep inside Mexico
We'll map out and sketch our plans
On the backs of our hands.
How strange is that?
How weird is that?
On a good day I need you more than I need myself.