Varieties Of Exile
Beirut
Every word sounds like a siren Into the town breaking the silence It’s a good life wait and it’s over Everywhere ever oh We never would have in mind Here for next time ( ) If there was doubt It’s getting colder In a new light I’d turn it over I can’t decide If there’s another Hand on your fate never We never would have in mind Here for next time We never would have in mind Here for next time