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Notes from the Underground Lyrics
Notes from the underground
We're the mice who must write our lives down
In the night I hear you calling out to say
"It's all right love, you're in good hands"
Tears on a borrowed bed
Between walls that are painted
Somebody elses red
If you hear me cry I'm calling out to say
"It's all right love, you're in good hands"
Still out on the roof
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
Still out on the roof
All I need is you
Exile
We are exiles
We two
Love with a love they hide
Dream with the dream they cast aside
Oh the truth will form and fall apart again
It's all right love, you're in good hands
Still out on the roof
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
Still out on the roof
All I need is you
Exile
We are exiles
We two
Trust the likes of you and I
They kick our verses aside
But we know the road is wide, that's why
I'm still out on the roof
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
Still out on the roof
I'm a dreamer too
Exile
We are exiles
We two
We're the mice who must write our lives down
In the night I hear you calling out to say
"It's all right love, you're in good hands"
Between walls that are painted
Somebody elses red
If you hear me cry I'm calling out to say
"It's all right love, you're in good hands"
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
All I need is you
Exile
We are exiles
We two
Dream with the dream they cast aside
Oh the truth will form and fall apart again
It's all right love, you're in good hands
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
All I need is you
Exile
We are exiles
We two
They kick our verses aside
But we know the road is wide, that's why
Howling at the moon
Exile
Another
Exile in the kingdom
I'm a dreamer too
Exile
We are exiles
We two
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“About my Canadian friend in Paris. It felt as if we were two kids against the whole French establishment for the first few months I was there. I felt I needed to pen an ode to my fellow exile. I’d read Dosteovsky’s ‘Notes From The Underground’ too, and I was feeling rather like that madman in his own little apartment scribbling things in a pad and going a bit insane!”