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The Blow

Fists Up

 

Fists Up

(Album: Paper Television - 2006)


I have tried
My hopes have blossomed
And my hopes have fried
I tried to cut them all down,
But I found hopes were still living deep inside,
Like a team of renegade lovers
Working long hours, sneaking around
With a belief in the life of our love,
Like a light at the end at the end
Of a long tunnel, a struggle

Fists up!
For all their faith in what they've seen in your face
They really do believe that if
They hang on long enough
That you'll come around
And finally let it show,
And all their hopes will be rewarded
For their impetus to grow
A Utopian peace could fall across the land
You'll reach over for my hand
You'll really want to hold my hand

And I don't want to come to the point of this song,
Because the point of this song
Would have to be "so long"

It gets hard
The vigilantes can't agree on who's in charge
They gave their souls for the cause,
But the love that they were after is still at large
See this faith in which they found allegiance
Ripping at the seams as hope is running it's course
The rebels just can't muster the force
To walk the thin line between belief and delusion

And fists up!
For all their faith in what they've seen in your face
They really did believe
That if they'd hung on long enough
That you'd come around
And finally let it show
And all their hopes would be rewarded
For their impetus to grow
Utopian peace would fall across the land
You'd reach over for my hand,
You'd have really wanted to hold my hand

And I don't want to come to the point of this song
because the point of this song
would have to be "so long" [long long long long long long long]

It was perfect, you know,
With just one little problem,
The fact that it turns out
You don't really want it
My love is a fortress,
My love is the Louvre,
But it can't ever thrive
If I'm forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,
With just one little problem,
The fact that it turns out
You don't really want it
My love is a fortress,
My love is the Louvre,
But it can't ever thrive
If I'm forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,
With just one little problem,
The fact that it turns out
You don't really want it
My love is a fortress,
My love is the Louvre,
But it can't ever thrive
If I'm forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,
With just one little problem,
The fact that it turns out
You don't really want it
My love is a fortress,
My love is the Louvre,
But it can't ever thrive
If I'm forced to keep proving it

Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah

It was perfect, you know,
With just one little problem,
The fact that it turns out
You don't really want it
My love is a fortress,
My love is the Louvre,
But it can't ever thrive
If I'm forced to keep proving it

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