Interpret:

Magazine

Album:

Secondhand Daylight

It's always raining over the border 
There's been a plane crash out there 
In the wheatfields 
They're picking up the pieces 
We could go and look 
And stare 


How many friends have we over there ? 
The border guards fight unconvincingly 
Whatever we do 
It seems things are arranged 
We always have to feed the enemy 


You could dance for me 
And punch me through 
Dance for me 


We watched them trash thee last camera 
Glued to all our TV's 
The actors on the replay 
Trying again to touch you and me 


But they always seem to know 
Exactly what they're talking about 
Now they've got you in a corner 
You've got no room to move 
You've got no room for doubt 
That's exactly what they're talking about 
Now they're got you in a corner 
No room to move 
No room for doubt