Channels Chivaree
Kill all the copyrights and loosen my tongue
I love my friends and all my friends are in love
I'll say it louder when you think I've said enough
We're cynical and young and wide-eyed and old
Anger is easy, everything's over-sold
Except the only ones who know you and you know...
Drum on the clocks and strum on the wires
Unlock the box that cages desire
Call it a jubilee
It's not make-believe
Beneath the satellites
There's still a sign of life
And we are beautiful tonight
This f..cking century puts bombs in my dreams
But I wake in the one place I want to be
Here at the edge of the arising events
All of the elements are present and tense
In fancy dress and all exploding to express
Drum on the clocks and strum on the wires
Unlock the box that cages desire
Call it a jubilee
You make me believe
Beneath the satellites
There's still a sign of life
And we are beautiful tonight