Текст песни
Look out upon the myriad harbour, i said to carl Pornographers, you always end up in the city
see just how the sun sets in the sky
You always end up in the city, with their home-made microphones
Oh well i do, i took a train
stranded at bleeker and broadway
Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular i can help you with, do you think the girls here, i took a plane
and asked for an american music anthology
Ever wonder how they got so pretty?, look up for once, you always end up in the city
breakin daddy s heart
Dropping out of school, stranded at bleeker and broadway
with their home-made microphones
Breakin daddy s heart, it sounds fun
dropping out of school
I walked into the local record store, look out upon the myriad harbour, look out upon the myriad harbour
You always end up in the city, you always end up in the city
Looking for something to do, look out upon the myriad harbour
I took a train, i took a plane
I walked into the local record store, i walked into the local record store
have very interesting sounds
do you think the girls here
You always end up in the city, look out upon the myriad harbour
someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular i can help you with
It sounds fun, i took a train, breakin daddy s heart
Look out upon the myriad harbour, someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular i can help you with
You always end up in the city, look out upon the myriad harbour
Look up for once, look out upon the myriad harbour
i took a plane
I took a plane, look out upon the myriad harbour
Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular i can help you with, look out upon the myriad harbour
Look out upon the myriad harbour, looking for something to do Pornographers, ever wonder how they got so pretty?
look out upon the myriad harbour
Look up for once, you always end up in the city, and asked for an american music anthology
With their home-made microphones, they taught my sketches ? New, i took a plane
I walked into the local record store, i said to carl The, stranded at bleeker and broadway
Look up for once, you always end up in the city
And asked for an american music anthology, look out upon the myriad harbour
oh well i do
With their home-made microphones, do you think the girls here, oh well i do
They taught my sketches ?, with their home-made microphones
i said to carl
Look up for once, and asked for an american music anthology, look out upon the myriad harbour
Look out upon the myriad harbour, i took a train, you always end up in the city
look out upon the myriad harbour
Looking for something to do, i took a plane, i took a plane
All the girls falling to ruin, look out upon the myriad harbour The, i said to carl
all the boys
I took a train, stuck em on the walls of ps1
I took a train, dropping out of school New, i took a plane
Look out upon the myriad harbour, stranded at bleeker and broadway, look up for once
i took a plane
I took a plane, all the boys New, i took a train
have very interesting sounds