It's like we just can't help ourselves
'Cause we don't know how to back down
We were called out to the streets
We were called in to the townsAnd how the heavens, they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain washed histories
Well they do not need to be toldShow me now, show me the arms aloft
Every eye trained on a different star
This magic
This drunken semaphore
And I
(Many hours later than a usual post, it's bedtime already and thus I was called out in the dark to write up a song. Heh) It's been four years since we've heard from this lovely band out of Northern Ireland - and that last outing was a "Greatest Hits" compilation. I'm forever hopeful that Gary and the gang are going to keep on creating (and touring) together but for now, this cleverly written and belated entry to TMIS.
RIYL: The Boxer Rebellion, The Killers, Editors, The Fray