Avalanche looms overhead Airplane flies overhead Important man sits by the window Sucked out of the first class window Images run by, thousand miles an hour But the time seems far away Folding clothes in a folding closet Folding money in a resume
Time to let off some pressure Time to let off some steam All your notebooks get thrown away And you start your diary clean Crystal glass lined up in a row Watched over by the G.I. Joes Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights
When civilization falls in its grave Technology throws on the dirt You realize the finest things in life Are the ones that can never be hurt
Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces The sounds you hear aren't coming out right You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny piecesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
