Apocalypse kids up on suicide hill Watching the girls playing video games And working all winter with the wheatpaste boys I stood at the toll gate interstate highway Pondered the wasteland West of the Hudson Siren spinning for the ones who had too many sodas Well the boots never fit me quite right And they stole my jacket too And they hung me out to dry for whisperin change
[Chorus:] Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost in the days of a digital The out of state plates, you cloud my mind
We are the ones, born endangered species Five easy pieces keeping time We are the dream with perfect imperfections Living in the shadows of your lives
[Chorus:] Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost to the age of a digital The out of state plates, you cloud my mind Slip through the cracks like a criminal Lost in a pocket full of chemicals 7th street to the New York Times
[Bridge:] Go nowhere Drift away Drink yourself to sleep Count on the sleeping stress you keep
We are the basement dreamers We are the sidewalk searchers We are the midnight creepers pros and cons We are the ones born endangered species Five days of pieces keepin time
[Chorus:] Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost to the age of a digital The out of state plates, they crowd my mind Slip through the cracks like a criminal Lost in a pocket full of chemicals Talk about my pages in my mind Keep on burning keep on burning Burning leaves Keep on running, keep on running See it burn Found it better, found it [?] I got a lover, la da da da, keep my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
