Lyrics
A New Idea /(your hand dear)
If there's some bright truth worth searching for,
well I aint found it yet,
What I mistook for freedoms call from the north door,
turned out to be the howls of regret,
Now the bleeding carcasses in this burnt out cave,
are turning my feet away,
As the conductor says, put your bags overhead,
the world flys past in a green haze.
So what's the use in fearless talk,
on a weathered solo walk,
No-one to share the sound,
no-one around...
Like planets, dislodged from their sun,
And a hammer, going up against a gun,
In this sunken city, this modern disease,
apathy's got a grasp on me,
I need a change, oh a flare a break,
and your hand dear.
Well I saw you last night after the Campesinos show, our memories looked good in the moonlight,
Like the bountiful summer of 98,
it was a classic checklist of first times,
Now your the teacher and you said happy with your place,
and the smile on your face confirmed that,
As the weeds later light around the kerb on which I'm perched,
the dawn river glistens timeless attraction.
So what's the use in fearless talk,
on a weathered solo walk,
No-one to share the sound,
no-one around...
Like planets, dislodged from their sun,
And a hammer, going up against a gun,
In this sunken city, this modern disease,
apathy's got a grasp on me,
I need a change, oh a flare a break,
and your hand dear.
(repeat to end ha!)
