Texty:
Vaux There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them

I made the field and the wall And I will watch it grow. Till towers crumble and fall And waters no longer flow. It's always now, and time can't be cheated

alright. As car pass by all night. And I can see you right, but you can't. Stick the tubes all the way in. To fill you up again. And I'll be there at

dash, red light on empty. Why stop, lets take it slow. I wanna get you to go. Pop the lock and fill the tank. Trade it in for the newest make. Why stop

Cause there I a house made of black stone, And it sits at the end of the road. I'd paint it red and it's forgotten. Some say. That I'd disappear That

And we go, where the words are found. All the sayings, that we care about. And I run, when you say, that your word is the only honest way. I can't wake

I've been to New York City And I walked the weakest roads. Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman, All dressed in holy robes. And all that's left to say