Editors - The Boxer

A Bruisful Blue Play fights with the stars
This Place is our prison
It sells the past
So take me to town
I wanna dance with the city
Show me something ugly,
Show me something pretty
Damn this place makes a boy out of me
The Rain meets my face by the ?
An Unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky
The Boxer isn’t finished
He’s not ready to die
I’m attracted to the light
I’m attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night
There are boxers in the street
And damn this place makes a boy out of me
The rain meets my Face before an oak tree
Dazed in the final rounds