Keane

Lover I remember, laying out our map,
Throwing our possessions in the van,
Your tapes piled on the back seat,
And a camera in your hand,
Dressed for our arrival in the strangeland
Strangeland blind,
You got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things right
We drove across the border as the winter rains ran dry,
And only fitful birdsong filled the sky,
You threw your head back screaming,
As we raced across wet sand,
And leapt into the waters of the strangeland,
Strangeland blind,
You got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things right
You wound the rope around me,
And you pulled the knots in tight,
And shook me like a bad dream from your sight,
And now the things i’ve done to forget you,
Well it’s not what i had planned,
The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the strangeland,
Strangeland blind,
You got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things right,
Strangeland dreams,
You tore my baby away from me,
We get no time to put things right, to put things right
We get no time to put things right, to put things right
To put things right, to put things right