Keane - Strangeland

Lover I remember
Laying out a map
Throwing our possessions In the van
Your tapes piled on the backseat
And a camera in your hand
Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland

Strangeland blind
You got no reason, you got no rhyme
You give no time
To put things right

You drove across the border
As the winter rains ran dry
And only fateful birdsong filled the sky
You threw your head back screaming
As we raced across wet sand
And lept into the waters of the Strangeland

Strangeland blind
You got no reason, you got no rhyme
You give no time
To put things right

You wound a 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 give no time to put things right
To put things-

Strangeland dreams
You tore my baby away from me
We get no time
To put things right

You give no time
To put things right