Varieties of Exile

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 have in 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 --- Varieties of Exile - Beirut