on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire, and into the darkness . . . Come evangelists of the Grand New
翻訳: ニューモデルアーミー. ワイヤー上の.
back touch the microphone playtime is over Who's trying to see the CF graf crew that visualize top to bottom, and stand out in New York like an L.A. gang
cold that you hardly show as a target on the heat seeking gear of the border patrol but you made it, you're another one over sleeping on a bench
with the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So when this nightmare's over
The Festival is over and the strings of coloured lights are blowing crazy in the coming wind One bulb comes loose, shatters on the ground The empty streets
The candle flickers and the shadows move distorted on the wall There's a wire slowly stretching And now you ask him all the questions, the same ones
hotel room. Was in the woods behind this little town we went flying up through the silhouette trees, then crashing down. Colours brighter than I've ever seen, More wired
