Saint Etienne - Finisterre Lyrics
Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds.Use a bank? I'd rather die.I loved to draw when I was a little girlIt helped me see the world as I wanted it to beSometimes I walk home through a network of car parksJust because i canI love the feeling of being slightly lostTo find new spaces, new routes, new areasI love the lack of logicI love the feeling of being slightly lostI belive that music in the long run can straighten out most thingsThere are too many bands that act lameSound tameI believe In ElectrelaneOver here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's cleanThe beard and lipstick sceneSo look beyond Big brother, gossip culture,So bored of stupidityThe myth of common senseI believe in Donovan over DylanIn love over cynicismOh, ??????????Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3)Think about the love back in FinisterreFive miles north is a townof silver birchesTwenty-seven chuchesA look of horror if you drop a HAround here its hoods up and heads downGot it the wrong way aroundWhen things get turned aroundI slow downDream about the notion of the perfect cityImagine the 19th century never happenedJust a straight run from Beau Brummell to BauhausDreams never endThis house believes in skyscrapersChorus (x5):Finisterre, to tear it down and start againThink about the love back in FinisterreI want to know the whole of the city with youYou see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves.
