A strange boy is weaving a course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard through midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think, he's foolish and childish
with you That's all I think about, I wouldn't wanna live without Knowing that you're waiting there for me It don't matter what we do the same old thing or something new
time Wake up, wake up dead man Wake up, wake up dead man Jesus, were you just around the corner? Did You think to try and warn her? Were you working on something new
promises, but at least I'm honest about it. I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'
-cold war sound My generation sat at the mecca of malls Times Square, I'm there, Via com installs So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell New York
why It's something you can't live without You hear it in the twilight hush And in the morning traffic rush A song that's always new In your heart a
Frog is coming The Crazy Frog is coming And everybody's jumping New York to San Fransisco And inter-city disco The wheels of steel are turning And traffic
[SLUG] 7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio The evening is over Another morning, another opportunity To do something progressive prove that
get the best of me I'm not saying that I want to quit it just makes it hard to breathe But who needs lungs when you just bought a brand new pen And theres
runway, I guess it is all of the shit almost as cool as creating a fresh New elaboration yourself. It's a marker! It's a sign! It's something we define
me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending She barely fits inside my head but I feel something Every element but one is in my thrall Stop traffic
Through traffic jams in Tokyo New music on the radio We'll say goodbye to the world we know This is our exodus '04 Traffic jams in Tokyo New music on
and valleys low The ocean through the desert snow We'll say goodbye to the friends we know This is our exodus '04 Through traffic jams in Tokyo New
my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic
South to way up North I'll shake hands with any friendly face CHORUS Salesman, salesman, Why don't you sell me something? Salesman, salesman, Why don't you sell me something
own, I danced to the traffic You know that, you've been there And oh just out of me I'm here, I scream I need to renew I start with my shoes I buy some new
can't take away Everybody holding on to something Nobody want to fade away No forgiveness on the streets of this town I left my patience at a traffic