strings between the cans but no prints can come from fingers if machines become our hands and then our feet become the wheels and then the wheels become the cars and
the sky and it doesn't seem to be getting much better theres kids playing games on the pavement drawing waves on the pavement shadows of the planes on
times must we go through this youll always be mine, cupid only misses sometimes but we could end up broken hearted if we dont remember why all this started and
around, unaffected by the winter winds and shell pretend that shes somewhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles from here peter patrick pitter patters on
I'm just a waste of her energy and shes just wasting my time so why dont we get together and we could waste everything tonight and we could waste and
could keep us warm just like those and what about your soul is it cold is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold and cars and phones and diamond
hurting and killing whose shoes are we filling the damage and ruin man the things that were doing we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off we gotta rewind and
: She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine and she could hitch a ride out of town and so far away from that low down, good for nothing
and makeup, you cant fool me it was you, it was me, it was every man weve all got the blood on our hands we only receive what we demand and if we want
more than human the heat was more than hungry the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes the bulls were running wild because their big and mean and
: Sweeping the floors, open up the doors turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight nobodys romancing because its too early for dancing but here comes
on and on and on and on it goes and theres always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break and heal and grow and
come back down and now you'll beat me up and break me down hoping i don't come around kick me when im on the ground beat me up and break me down hoping
the dots got my plans in a zip lock bag lets see how unproductive we can be i've got a light bulb full of anger and i can switch it on and off in situations
: Two thousand miles but thats all right ill see you in the morning if thats all right what would you do if i wrote you a song would you give me some
broken heart and leave i know its not your style and i can tell by the way that you move its real real soon but im on your side and i dont want to be
your broken heart and leave i know its not your style and i can tell by the way that you move its real real soon but im on your side and i dont want