In the firelight Shinin' bright Their faces worn and weathered It's a hard life An endless flight From one night to another Silver moonlight falls Between
Waving your goodbyes with your plastic hands and century-old arctic kisses. And not a finger lifts till it all turns to shit and you all act like you'
Now I notice the streetlamp's hum The ghosts of graffiti they couldn't quite erase The blank-faced stares on the subway As the people go home The
I just came back from a trip along the Milky Way I stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday I called on old dear Santa Claus to see what I could
Soon this space will be too small And I?ll go outside To the huge hillside Where the wild winds blow And the cold stars shine I?ll put my foot On
Translation: Dismemberment Plan. The City.
Translation: Shortly. Ghost Town.
: Soon this space will be too small And I?ll go outside To the huge hillside Where the wild winds blow And the cold stars shine I?ll put my foot
Soon this space will be too small And I?ll go outside To the huge hillside Where the wild winds blow And the cold stars shine I?ll put my foot
Lately I'm gettin the impression That my baby Is moving down to LA For the big lights Flashing and reflecting In her big eyes Hey nothing here could
