You flush a fish down a toilet and look down to See your second hand is dead still. You think them somehow connected but you can't be Sure and it's just as well.
What to do next when the shit piles up? You can't decide. You go outside. Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup.
You'd almost swear you hear voices, but you know it's Nothing but a noisey, guilty conscience. You hear monotonous noises. It's that time of night Its so predictable.
Oh what a feeling to listen to your blood. The way it feels when it congeals, Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud.
Close your eyes. No traffic, in or out. Tired eyes No traffic, in or out
You won't decide anything tonight. No need to Rush things, they'll keep until tomorrow. Just make a fresh pot of coffee and stay up All night and get nothing done.
Don't you hate preference? I know you hate choice Just hang your limbs out in the wind And clear your throat because you don't know when you'll need your Voice
You hope it won't be long before you're back in The action like a moth around a light bulb, but Who gets to say when the switch flips and the Light goes off and you fly away.
You could be standing and watching city lights But where you'll be is where you'll be And what you do is up to you. Stand still you've got the right
Close your eyes No traffic, in or out Tired eyes No traffic, in or out
I think I see the East, I think I see the East And as I face the East, I swear I taste the East I've got to go back East Where there's no traffic, in or out.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
