Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know
I wanna buy And a video cassette recorder yet I'm not sure why I wanna get married and have three kids 'Cause I'm lonely and I've got the hard dick Commuter
Try to make it last nothing you can do In a photograph, waoh The innocence you thought you?d lost Is staring back at you Young hearts beat fast Driving
I go to bed at night Wondering how I got here and you are not here... I dream of the time we were together hovering, or bodies discovering side by side
Some nights I can't feel my beating heart, I've got a second-hand body made with junk-yard parts. An (ink-blot?) head that makes it hard to care, Broke
I play Pac-Man and I watch T. V. I'm so happy 'cause it pleases me I couldn't really ask for anything else Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells I'm perfectly
翻訳: 通勤者. 崇高なコミュニケーション.
翻訳: 通勤者. マインド陰謀.
翻訳: 通勤者. 逆歴史.
翻訳: 通勤者. オーシャンベッド.
翻訳: 通勤者. 沈黙とその周辺.
翻訳: 通勤者. 距離.
翻訳: 通勤者. 彼らは私たちの恐怖を餌に.
翻訳: 通勤者. 明るい空の下.
翻訳: DRI. 通勤マン.
翻訳: ダーティロットンインビジルス. 通勤マン.
翻訳: 神曲. 通勤愛.
