Letra de 'Arabian Derby' de Catatonia

I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said you'd failed again
It makes a perfect day so lame
And leads us halfway to nowhere
And so the players have changed
Soon we'll memorise the names
But somehow something's never quite the same
Still we can make a claim, you can count us in again
Cos everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos we're living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize
You'd make a fine millionaire
It's only natural to celebrate
But someone's got to be there to pay
And we never get there
So take some time on our own
We burn enough alone
Close but still not fully grown
Pulling marrow from a bone
But there's no turning back
So count us in again
Cos everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos we're living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize
Going back to the old house
The Marigolds just go to show
That some of us should never have left home
But I'm still counting
Another flash in the pan
A quick and instant forming tan
It seems to grow on me
Taking inches from a mile
But I'm all for throwing it on the line