Bicycles Songtext
von The Maccabees

One, two, three, four

Service is suspended
Service shall resume
Service running late again
Service running smooth

Space becomes so lonely
With these feelings of mistrust
The monster in corners
Has made us feel we must

Spot the train, train
Spot a hole
Spot the train
And stop the monster

And everyone′s buying bicycles
They went and bought bicycles
And everyone's buying bicycles
And everyone′s buying bicycles


City looking empty
City running scared
City got new friends
That they cities really cared

Looks are trifle shifty
And their not about to change
No one likes what they are not
So slowly we're strange

Spot the train, train
Spot a hole
Spot the train
And spot the monster

The quickest route to paradise
Such a short commute to paradise
And a sharp salute
Sharp salute to paradise

And everyone's buying bicycles
And everyone′s buying bicycles
And everyone′s buying bicycles
And everyone's buying bicycles


Not the bus, bicycles
Not the train, bicycles
They′re buying bicycles
They're buying bicycles, bicycles