Keane - Strangeland

Lover I remember
Laying out a map
Throwing our
possessions
In the van
Your tapes piled
on the backseat
And a camera
in your hand
Dressed for
our arrival
In the Strangeland
Strangeland blind
You got no reason
you got no rhyme
You give no time
To put things right
To put things right
You drove across
the border
As the winter rains
ran dry
And only fateful
birdsong
FI'lled the sky
You threw your
head back
screaming
As we raced across
wet sand
And lept into
the waters
Of the Strangeland
Strangeland blind
You got no reason
you got no rhyme
You gI've no time
To put things right
To put things right
You wound the
rope around me
And you pulled
the knots in tight
And shook me
like a bad dream
From your sight
And now the things
I've done to
forget you
Well it's not what
I had planned
The sweetest
thoughts get twisted
In the Strangeland
Strangeland blind
You got no reason
you got no rhyme
You gI've no time
to put things right
To put things
Strangeland dreams
You tore my baby
away from me
We get no time
To put things right
To put things right
You gI've no time
To put things right
To put things right
To put things right
To put things right

Keane - Strangeland

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