Finisterre Lyrics - Travel Edition 1990-2005 - St Etienne

Nat West, Barclay's, Midlands, Lloyd's 

Use a bank? I'd rather die 

I loved to draw when I was a little girl 

It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be 

Sometimes, I walk home through a network of car parks 

Just because I can, I love the feeling of being slightly lost 

To find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the lack of logic 

I love the feeling of being slightly lost 

I believe that music in the long run can straighten out most things 

There are too many bands that act lame, sound tame 

I believe in Electrelane, over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean 

The beard and lipstick scene, so look beyond 

Big brother, gossip culture, so bored of stupidity 

The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan 

In love over cynicism, oh [unverified] 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Five miles north is a town of silver birches 

Twenty seven churches, a look of horror if you drop a H 

Around here, it's hoods up and heads down 

Got it the wrong way around when things get turned around 

I slow down, dream about the notion of the perfect city 

Imagine the 19th century never happened 

Just a straight run from Beau Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams never end 

This house believes in skyscrapers 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

I want to know the whole of the city with you 

A Nat West, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds 

Use a bank? I'd rather die 

I loved to draw when I was a little girl 

It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be 

Sometimes, I walk home through a network of car parks 

Just because I can, I love the feeling of being slightly lost 

To find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the lack of logic 

I love the feeling of being slightly lost 

I believe that music in the long run can straighten out most things 

There are too many bands that act lame, sound tame 

I believe in Electrelane, over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean 

The beard and lipstick scene, so look beyond 

Big brother, gossip culture, so bored of stupidity 

The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan 

In love over cynicism, oh [unverified] 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again 

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Five miles north is a town of silver birches 

Twenty seven chuches, a look of horror if you drop a H 

Around here, it's hoods up and heads down 

Got it the wrong way around when things get turned around 

I slow down, dream about the notion of the perfect city 

Imagine the 19th century never happened 

Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never end 

This house believes in skyscrapers 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

Finisterre to tear it down and start again 

Think about the love back in Finisterre 

I want to know the whole of the city with you 

You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves