The Catalan was old and frail and wise
Saw darkness in you, he knew the kiss of life
Weeping beneath Arc de Triomf
Counting every stone it took
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call?
Shut up shop and take the draw
I'm going back to the country
It used to be kindness couldn't be stopped
A superhero in every telephone box
You and the kids marooned and divisible
Wireless love might as well be invisible
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call?
Shut up shop and take the draw
I'm going back to the country
He saw the substitution board
The baby-faced assassin scored
The goal of the century
I'm going back to the country
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call?
Shut up shop and take the draw
I'm going back to the country
He saw the substitution board
The baby-faced assassin scored
The goal of the century
I'm going back to the country
A ledger he kept in binary
For the days he loved, and the 1s lost to envy
If only we were but we are familiar
I'm going back to the country
I'm going back to the country
I'm going back to the country
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call?
Shut up shop and take the draw
I'm going back to the country
He saw the substitution board
The baby-faced assassin scored
The goal of the century
I'm going back to the country