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 had 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 had mind

Here for next time

We never would had mind

Here for next time