Bicycles - The Maccabees

Service is suspended

Service shall resume

Service running late again

Service running smooth

Space becomes so lonely, with these feeling of mistrust

Because the monster in the cupboard has made us feel we must

Spot the train, train

Spot a hole

Spot the train, spot the monster

And everyone’s buying bicycles

Cities looking empty

Cities running scared

Cities got new friends

That they cities really cared

The looks are trifle shifty, and their not about to change

Cos no one likes what they are not, and slowly we’re strange

Spot the train, train

Spot a hole

Spot the train, spot the monster

The quickest route to paradise

Is a short commute to paradise

And a sharp salute to paradise

And everyone’s buying bicycles