Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes - Johnny Foreigner

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