The Boxer - Editors

A bruised full moon play fights with the stars

This Place is our prison

Itґs cells are the bars

So take me to town

I wanna dance with the city

Show me something ugly,

and show me something pretty

Damn this place makes a boy out of me The Ring meets my face by the count of three

An Unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky

The Boxer isn’t finished

He’s not ready to die

I’m attracted to the light

I’m attracted to the heat

It’s a violent night

There are boxers in the street

Damn this place makes a boy out of me The Ring meets my face by the count of three

And damn this place makes a boy out of me The rain meets my Face before an oak tree

Dazed in the final count

Dazed in the final count

Dazed in the final count

Dazed in the final count