The Boxer
Editors
Letra

A bruised full moon play fights with the stars
This place is our prison, it's cells are the bars
So take me to town, I want to 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 son pulls rank in the sky
The boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die
I'm attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat
It's a violent night, there are boxers in the streets

Damn this place, makes a boy out of me
The rain meets my face by the count of three
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me
The rain meets my face, I'm a fallen oak tree

Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count