Texty: British Sea Power. Gale Warnings In Viking North.

Underneath the table is a truss, key
A map marked where you're due
But you better look out
Oh garde bien mon dure

It's time to make your final escape now
Hole up in a barren waste
You'll stop caring
Who'll love this wild place?

Oh runaway, runaway my love
Oh getaway, before it's too late

My heart is suffering like an opencast mine
Underneath the star ellipted skyline
Your love was something like an open gas pipe
Tear tracks were turning into salt mines

Underneath the pile of paper there is a play pit
We'll lay our fiber optic cables in it
And we can look close
And we can search in the details

Take a horse driven ride out way into the snow
And if you ever really get there let me know

Oh runaway, runaway my love
Oh getaway, before it's too late

My heart is suffering like an opencast mine
Underneath the star ellipted skyline
Your love was something like an open gas pipe
Tear tracks were turning into salt mines

My heart is suffering like an opencast mine
Underneath the star ellipted skyline
Your love was something like an open gas pipe
My tear tracks were turning into salt mines