Finisterre

	Natwest, 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 belive 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, ??????????
	Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3)
	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 its 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
	Chorus (x5):
	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.

	Natwest, 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 belive 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, nbsp??????????
	Finisterre, to tear it down and start again x3
	Think about the love back in Finisterre
	Five miles north is a town
	of silver birches
	Twentyseven chuches
	A look of horror if you drop a H
	Around here its 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
	Chorus x5:
	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.