Finisterre Lyrics
| Song | Finisterre |
| Artist | Saint Etienne |
| Album | Finisterre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds. | |
| Use a bank? I'd rather die. | |
| I loved to draw when I was a little girl | |
| It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be | |
| Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks | |
| Just because i can | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| To find new spaces, new routes, new areas | |
| I love the lack of logic | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things | |
| There are too many bands that act lame | |
| Sound tame | |
| I believe In Electrelane | |
| Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean | |
| The beard and lipstick scene | |
| So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture, | |
| So bored of stupidity | |
| The myth of common sense | |
| I believe in Donovan over Dylan | |
| In love over cynicism | |
| Oh, ?????????? | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3) | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| Five miles north is a town | |
| of silver birches | |
| Twenty-seven chuches | |
| A look of horror if you drop a H | |
| Around here its hoods up and heads down | |
| Got it the wrong way around | |
| When things get turned around | |
| I slow down | |
| Dream about the notion of the perfect city | |
| Imagine the 19th century never happened | |
| Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus | |
| Dreams never end | |
| This house believes in skyscrapers | |
| Chorus (x5): | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| I want to know the whole of the city with you | |
| You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves. |
| Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds. | |
| Use a bank? I' d rather die. | |
| I loved to draw when I was a little girl | |
| It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be | |
| Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks | |
| Just because i can | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| To find new spaces, new routes, new areas | |
| I love the lack of logic | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things | |
| There are too many bands that act lame | |
| Sound tame | |
| I believe In Electrelane | |
| Over here it' s new, it' s now, it' s you, it' s clean | |
| The beard and lipstick scene | |
| So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture, | |
| So bored of stupidity | |
| The myth of common sense | |
| I believe in Donovan over Dylan | |
| In love over cynicism | |
| Oh, nbsp?????????? | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again x3 | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| Five miles north is a town | |
| of silver birches | |
| Twentyseven chuches | |
| A look of horror if you drop a H | |
| Around here its hoods up and heads down | |
| Got it the wrong way around | |
| When things get turned around | |
| I slow down | |
| Dream about the notion of the perfect city | |
| Imagine the 19th century never happened | |
| Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus | |
| Dreams never end | |
| This house believes in skyscrapers | |
| Chorus x5: | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| I want to know the whole of the city with you | |
| You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves. |
| Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds. | |
| Use a bank? I' d rather die. | |
| I loved to draw when I was a little girl | |
| It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be | |
| Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks | |
| Just because i can | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| To find new spaces, new routes, new areas | |
| I love the lack of logic | |
| I love the feeling of being slightly lost | |
| I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things | |
| There are too many bands that act lame | |
| Sound tame | |
| I believe In Electrelane | |
| Over here it' s new, it' s now, it' s you, it' s clean | |
| The beard and lipstick scene | |
| So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture, | |
| So bored of stupidity | |
| The myth of common sense | |
| I believe in Donovan over Dylan | |
| In love over cynicism | |
| Oh, nbsp?????????? | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again x3 | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| Five miles north is a town | |
| of silver birches | |
| Twentyseven chuches | |
| A look of horror if you drop a H | |
| Around here its hoods up and heads down | |
| Got it the wrong way around | |
| When things get turned around | |
| I slow down | |
| Dream about the notion of the perfect city | |
| Imagine the 19th century never happened | |
| Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus | |
| Dreams never end | |
| This house believes in skyscrapers | |
| Chorus x5: | |
| Finisterre, to tear it down and start again | |
| Think about the love back in Finisterre | |
| I want to know the whole of the city with you | |
| You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves. |
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