Mr. Credit Lyrics – Interpol
There’s nothing left to stop it
How long we knew
Seems we brought some trouble with us
How we wanted
Mr. Credit is dead and bured
Farewell
It’s all a part of the game
I wanna be there when you touch fire
I’ll be the hand that you can clutch
I had a dream
That the ground was black
And the air was swearing
Oh no
The heavens are backing the sea
Are they backing me?
The roads are just scratches
The talk is severe
That’s how it works
It’s all impossibly cold
I wanna be there when you touch fire
I’ll be the hand to pull you up, tiger
I wanna be there when you cut the wire
I’m the living end I plead as such
I wanna be there when you touch