作曲 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler

Come unto me my winter son

We could lie on the rails

And when the morning comes

We'll be miles away, miles away

Slipping away while the city sleeps

Running away from this cruel disease

Miles away, miles away

Modern boys, modern boys

Hand in hand

Sick of the fear

Chasing away all the hungry years

We're the modern boys

Come unto me my sickly thing

We could lie on the rails

But to really win

We'll just drive away, drive away

Yes the world calls my international

So let the decades die

Let the parties fall

And we'll be miles away, miles away

'Cos we'll be living like

Modern boys, modern boys

Hand in hand

Sick of the fear

Chasing away all the hungry years

We're the modern boys, modern boys

Into the night, under the stars

Jumping the lights in the silent cars

He's on your left

I'm on your right

It's so easy in the concrete nigh