[â κ] : 3 25 κ
-------------------------------------------------
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
-------------------------------------------------
[뷡 ü ]
I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth, maybe we`ll go one more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Read page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We`re no closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Love - maybe you`ll feel it too
And maybe you`ll find life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There`s no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can the meter`s running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
-------------------------------------------------
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
-------------------------------------------------
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Maybe you`ll feel it too
Maybe you`ll feel it too
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages