Thereʼs a ticket in your windshield. And the price keeps adding up. Thereʼs an lp in your turntable. Another place to house the dust. Thereʼs a song for almost everything. And youʼve heard every single one. Though the chords are nearly perfect. One more spin could kill the fun. Change routines mix it up take a class and buy some new shoes. Stop the tape wind it up start it back up from the top. In the summer the sun is shining, sweat is dripping off your brow. The air is stagnant you are wheezing. Drawing breaths through lips that frown. In the winter you are freezing, the snow looks ugly on the ground. To the sun you may start praying. Begging for the ice to melt. Change the scene, donʼt fix it up. Nothing else could go wrong now. Lay and wait, something’s still wrong. I must need a brand new house.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
