St Etienne - Finisterre lyrics

Nat West, Barclay's, Midlands, Lloyd's 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 believe 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 [unverified] Finisterre to tear it down and start again Finisterre to tear it down and start again Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Five miles north is a town of silver birches Twenty seven churches, a look of horror if you drop a H Around here, it's 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 Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams never end This house believes in skyscrapers Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre 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 A Nat West, 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 believe 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 [unverified] Finisterre to tear it down and start again Finisterre, to tear it down and start again Finisterre, to tear it down and start again 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, it's 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 Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre 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