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In the Wreckage of Our Love

from Too Late to Panic by John Lyle

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In the Wreckage of Our Love

In the wreckage of our love the black box can’t be found
Experts search for clues while the neighbours gather around
They’re havin’ themselves a party
While the good time’s goin’ down

The twisted fuselage hides the pieces of my heart
I tried to keep it all together, but I was doomed from the start
You can’t blame a guy for trying to light a fire in the dark

Angel on my shoulder says ‘I think I’m getting colder
Won’t you go and get me a shawl?’
Heavenly chorus say they’ll chip in for the florist
‘If you’ll only make sense of it all’

Black smoke fills the sky while reporters take my name
I must remind myself it’s only just a game
But next time, baby, we better take the train

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from Too Late to Panic, released October 10, 2000
John Lyle- vocals, electric guitars, bass & drums.

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John Lyle Sechelt, British Columbia

The lyrics for most of the songs appearing in these albums are available in book form: "The Kindest Lies: the Lyrics of John Lyle", published by Leaky Boot Press (June 28, 2013).

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