Biography:
1) Editors is a British indie rock/post-punk revival band from Birmingham, England, formed by Tom Smith (vocals, guitar, keyboards), Russell Leetch (bass) Ed Lay (drums) and Chris Urbanowicz (guitar) who met while studying at Staffordshire University, in Stafford, England, United Kingdom during 2002. After Chris' departure in 2012 , Justin Lockey and Elliott Williams joined the band for their live gigs and participated in the recording of the fourth album.
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Other songs:
- An End Has A Start
- Barricades
- Bullets
- No Sound But The Wind
- Papillon
- Push Your Head Towards The Air
- Racing Rats
- Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors
- The Phonebook
- Well Worn Hand
- A Thousand Pieces
- A Ton Of Love
- All Sparks
- All The Kings
- At All Cost
- Banging Heads
- Belong
- Bird Of Prey
- Blood
- Bones
- Bricks And Mortar
- Cold
- Colours
- Come Share The View
- Comrade Spill My Blood
- Crawl Down The Wall
- Eat Raw Meet
- Escape The Nest
- Every Little Piece
- Fall
- Find Yourself A Safe Place
- Fingers In The Factories
- Forest Fire
- Formaldehyde
- French Disko
- Get Low
- Hallelujah So Low
- Honesty
- Hyena
- I Buried The Devil
- Life Is A Fear
- Lights
- Like Treasure
- Magazine
- Marching Orders
- Munich
- No Harm
- Nothing
- Ocean Of Night
- Open Up
- Open Your Arms
- Phone Book
- Road To Nowhere
- Salvation
- Spiders
- Sugar
- The Boxer
- The Diplomat
- The Law
- The Phone Book
- The Picture
- The Sting
- The Weight
- These Streets Are Still Home To Me
- Two Hearted Spider
- Violence
- Walk The Fleet Road
- Weight Of The World
- What Is This Thing Called Love
- When Anger Shows
- You Are Fading
- You Dont Know Love
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Intro: Bm, D, G, A x2
D A Bm
I've been your lover, for the last time.
D A Bm
All your pretending; God knows that we tried.
D A Bm
I've been the doctor for the last time.
D A Bm A
If we weren't so good at it we'd have both been fine.
G
I knock you down,
Em
Bruise you with my words,
G
I patch you up,
Em
Now it's your turn.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
D A Bm
We built this city, now we tear it to the ground.
D A
This fight is over, hear the bell ringing out,
Bm A
at the end of the final round.
G
You knock me down,
Em
Cut me with a stare,
G
You patch me up,
Em
Now it's my turn.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A G E G E ???????
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
D A Bm
I've been your lover, for the last time.
D A Bm
All your pretending; God knows that we tried.
D A Bm
I've been the doctor for the last time.
D A Bm A
If we weren't so good at it we'd have both been fine.
G
I knock you down,
Em
Bruise you with my words,
G
I patch you up,
Em
Now it's your turn.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
D A Bm
We built this city, now we tear it to the ground.
D A
This fight is over, hear the bell ringing out,
Bm A
at the end of the final round.
G
You knock me down,
Em
Cut me with a stare,
G
You patch me up,
Em
Now it's my turn.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A G E G E ???????
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Bm D
What is this thing called love that you speak?
G
Cause we're out of it.
A
We're out of it.
Eduard Uspensky
Eduardo Araujo
Eduardo Gatti
Edvard Grieg
Edvin Kallsteniu (...)