Editors - The Boxer

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 wanna dance with the city Show me something ugly, 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 ring meets my Face before an oak tree Dazed in the final rounds Dazed in the final rounds Dazed in the final rounds Dazed in the final rounds