We grow up in these buildings of concrete and stress Were brutal as brutalist gets We dream of the straight lines And nights where we wont find a reason to dream up the rest And were still waiting So sing for these heartbreaks These breaches and beachheads For scars on a landscape alive [Chorus] Its been a bad year for death So heres making the most of whats left My throat might be wrecked But I dont think Ill stop til Im deaf A ghost in your bedroom The wind on the platform Im swept through these tunnels And sat with this bottle Im starting to see why youre so far from sober Im starting to shake like my father And were still waiting Oh patience So once as explorers And twice as just tourists Lets settle for a good night as proof of life [Chorus] 1. 2. 3. [?]
brutalist, starting, beachhead, explorer, breach