Bob drives taxis when the meter runs Bobby hears the music when it's done He hears the voices He hears the voices
Wheels on rain, lightning from the storm Bobby takes the gas Pedal to the floor The voices He hears the voices
Coming from the traffic, Coming from the cube Like the cry of babies Passing through a tube Voices run inside you
Jill breathes carbon trailing from the bus, it's like Staring in the eyes of Lazarus The voices She hears the voices
Like a starving whisper no one ever heard Like an epileptic hummingbird The voices She hears the voices
Coming from the traffic, Coming from the cube Like the cry of babies Passing through a tube Voices run inside you
Sal and Liz sitting at the Zoo Sal says "I do . . . but Liz do you Hear the voices Do you hear the voices?"
Everything relaxes, everything is gray Trapped in glass . . . on display The voices They hear all the voices
Coming from the traffic, Coming from the cube Like the cry of babies Passing through a tube Voices run inside you
Gwynne is bored with all the rules and names She wants her life to be a video game The voices She hears the voices
Too much control The have have not Slide another quarter into the slot The voices She hears the voices
Coming from the traffic, Coming from the cube Like the cry of babies Passing through a tube Voices run inside youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
