Clockwise - The New Pornographers

We were not quite young when you’d call it clockwise

Go unchallenged in the light of the life

In the struggle to rule the second string

In the valley of the middle fingers

In the valley of lead singers

We are not quite done, you could call it clockwise

Power surges and the backups are fried

We are live with «We Brought from the Blue»

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

We were not quite done, yeah, you call it clockwise

Hold the looking glass up to your eyes

See The Saviors are still asleep in the men’s

See invaders that look like their dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

Low life, low lowlife

Low life, low lowlife

Low life, low lowlife

Low life, low lowlife

We were not quite fun, you could call it clockwise

Allow me here to accept the demise

Accept it proudly on your behalf

As you over steer, every star turn in here

In the valley of lead singers

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers

In the hopeful haunts of all your dead ringers

In the valley of lead singers