In caffeineland all jobs get done We live by the gun And life is just a plan for one In textbook terms and rules of thumb
I walk outside but I freeze in the sun Having deferred to the longer run I give up my right to be young My blood flows as the joy ride comes And my heart says to grab on But my fingers are numb
Beach state rocking Everybody's talking But it's all been told It's never old
Beach state rocking Christmas without stockings It's the formal code It's all you own It takes the children from their homes
Cathy Ann and all her friends Are downstairs again And high school memories fill my head A time to treasure, so I've read
But summer is dead And pleasure means nothing, so they said And so I had some pain instead I turned my face when tears were shed And nobody knew that I followed Each cheer she led
I felt dizzy as I walked the beach And the sunbathers gave no sound But the radios all told me that What was not lost can't be found
Well I'd call myself an artist if I could Make these feelings clear But there's a million things to think about When you're cutting off your ear
Beach state rocking Everybody's talking But it's all been told It's never old
Beach state rocking Christmas without stockings It's the formal code It's all you own It takes the children from their homesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
