Perfect Symmetry - Keane

I shake through the wreckage for signs of life

Scrolling through the paragraphs

Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do Burning down the capitols

Wisest of the animals

Who are you, what are you living for

Tooth for tooth, maybe we’ll go one more

This life, is lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me Write page after page of analysis

Looking for the final score

We’re no closer than we were before

Who are you, what are you fighting for

Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life

lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me As the needle, slips into the run out groove

Love, maybe you feel it too

And maybe you find, life is unkind

and over so soon

There is no golden gate

There’s no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy you otta leave this town

get out while you can

the needle’s running out

The voices in the streets you love

everything is better when you hear that shout

woooaohhh

woooaohhh

woooaohhh

spineless dreamers, hide in churches

pieces of pieces of rush hour buses

I dream in emails, worn out phrases

mile after mile of just empty pages

wrap yourself around me wrap yourself around me as the needle, slips into the run out groove

maybe i’ll feel it too

maybe you’ll feel it too

maybe you’ll feel it too

maybe you’ll feel it too

I dream in emails, worn out phrases

mile after mile of just empty pages