There Goes The Fear

Doves – There Goes The Fear from The Last Broadcast (2002) /britpop/
((“Close your brown eyesand lay down next to me. You turn around and life’s passed you by;you look to ones you loveto ask them why. Think of me when you’re coming down,but don’t look back when leaving town.”
The sun burns hot against your glass and metal cage. Bold black letters emblazoned across your chest and thighs. The asphalt rips past (from, and) into the distance head first. Rubber squeals on engine grumble. With determination the metal guardrail is punctured. In an elegant arc, trailing crooked and sparkling debris, down toward the sweet foaming sea.))