Words and music by Roddy Frame
From the mountain tops down to the sunny street,
A different drum is playing a different kind of beat.
It`s like a mystery that never ends.
I see you crying and I want to kill your friends.
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I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won`t be long before we meet,
It`s obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I`ll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...
Met Mo and she`s okay, said no-one really changed,
Got different badges but they wear them just the same.
But down by the ballroom I recognized that flaming fountain
in those kindered caring eyes.
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I hope it haunts me `til I`m hopeless,
I hope it hits you when you go,
And sometimes on the edge of sleeping
It rises up to let me know it`s not so deep,
I`m not so slow.
They`re calling all the shots, they`ll call and say they phoned,
They`ll call us lonely when we`re really just alone.
And like a funny film, it`s kinda cute
They`ve bought the bullets and there`s no-one left to shoot.
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