The Baron - The Futureheads

So here we are, queuing on the street

The ground keeps sticking to your feet, it’s early

The queue is a thousand strong

The town is closing down

Businesses are turning to the shadows

As the shutters go down

I hate to say I could be sold

The shutters I was leaving here

Nice to meet you, on your way

I’m gladly watching the walls come tumbling down

What you pulling out your hair for?

Let’s dance as it hits the floor.

(x2)

Every few decades the plans tend to go astray

The blue is turning to the grey, it’s the end of the headache

Everybody is at home, and the streets are alone

The only sound is papers that are blown

By the winds from the sea

I hate to say I could be sold

The shutters I was leaving here

Nice to meet you, but on your way

I’m gladly watching the walls come tumbling down

What you pulling out your hair for?

Let’s dance as it hits the floor.

(x2)