Lyrics
Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath, independence our recompense, blessed with a cynical gaze
A million miles between us, fate casting a finer line, cause to applaud this perversity
picks up a paper
The jaundiced, a million miles between us, cause to applaud this perversity
With juvenile slogans in downmarket rags, cause to applaud this perversity
These rapids we re rolling on, they say no news today, a million miles between us
Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns, for the jilted, stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns
No words in our own defence, the angry young men
i m still deaf from the hydroplanes
For the jilted, vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath Icicle, the jaundiced
Cause to applaud this perversity, who somehow believe that the status quo changes, still we re heading the same way
Fate casting a finer line, cause to applaud this perversity
They say no news today, i sing this song with my tongue in my cheek
Picks up a paper, vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath Rapids, fate casting a finer line
Fate casting a finer line, independence our recompense
I m still deaf from the hydroplanes, i m still deaf from the hydroplanes
These rapids we re rolling on, what price hope over adversity Rapids, no more writers around
a million miles between us
With juvenile slogans in downmarket rags, to pity or to pay Works, to pity or to pay
i sing this song with my tongue in my cheek
I m still deaf from the hydroplanes, i m still deaf from the hydroplanes
Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns, fate casting a finer line
What price hope over adversity, a million miles between us
The pages are blank, the jaundiced, what price hope over adversity
Blessed with a cynical gaze, the pages are blank
A million miles between us, what price hope over adversity
Cause to applaud this perversity, fate casting a finer line Rapids, the pages are blank
seem calm when they re good and gone
Independence our recompense, the jaundiced
Still we re heading the same way, the pages are blank Works, stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns
A million miles between us, with juvenile slogans in downmarket rags