keane
perfect symmetry
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 The 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  Read 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 choose 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 ought to leave this town Get out while you can, the meter's running out The voices in the streets you love Everything is better when you hear that sound  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 (Spineless dreamers) Maybe you'll feel it too (hide in churches) (Pieces of pieces of rush hour, buses)  I dream in emails, worn out phrases Mile after mile of just empty pages  Spineless dreamers, hide in churches Pieces of pieces of rush hour, buses