Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes Songtext
von Johnny Foreigner

Ba ba ba-ba bada ba!

We make our own mythologies
Yr maps won′t let us down again
Yr legends all played out
Yr keepin' some dark secrets, but you talk in your sleep

We make our own mythologies
All gangster scenes and bullet scars
Yr fashion′s three months late
If I had the guts, I promise I would

Cut the powerlines!
Tape the letterbox shut!
I don't worry about those things
I don't worry about those

One grey mess to another grey mess (Things)
Distance knows a heavy heart best


Eve(ry) sin(gle)
Sin(gle) night (out)
For a lifetime of college films!
(A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!) I′m hoping, I′m hoping, I'm hoping you don′t call

Tear down our nightclubs, put up flats
Tear down our pubs and put up flats
All rows of neat new tracts
Why'd you want to live here if there′s nothin' but housing?

Yr boyfriend owns the bar we drink
Yr boyfriend ruins everything!
In the room with the bordered doors
If I had the guts, I promise I would

Cut the powerlines!
Tape the letterbox shut!
I don′t worry about those things
I don't worry about those

One grey mess to another grey mess (Things)
Distance knows a heavy heart best

Eve(ry) sin(gle)
Sin(gle) night (out)
For a lifetime of college films!
(A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!) I'm hoping, I′m hoping, I′m hoping you don't call