Broken Pylons

Newspaper and me
Sailing on the rain
Half-sighted morning
Like the tiny diamonds
And rows of beaches
Fold upon a bay
This was our heaven
Why did you wanna hurt me?

More for you
More for me
I can still see shapes
Where we both once lay
Side by side all night
Holding on for dear life

On broken pylons
We could see the game
They'd draw at half time
But we could tip it all over
With just one terrace
Full of the you I hear
Our voices suffer
The singers could recover

More for you
More for me
I can still see shapes
Where we both once lay
Side by side all night
Holding on for dear life
Side by side all night
Holding on for dear life

Just once in a while
We could go dancing
And break down in style
Break down forever
Just once in a while
We could go dancing
Break down in style
Break down forever
Break down forever