All the seasons go the same Outside the arcade, no change Rows and rows of cars a-fleeing Down the freeway come a-skidding To a halt To sit and cool
My blood for you My lover's bruise My clothes are scattered My skull is fractured One lock of your hair In my grip Tears on my lip Cut from my bit
You should not tease And play tricks For a laugh Ha-ha-ha... Do you see her walking The bluff for a high? She will not know When to quit walking, or
We never talked About the thing We witnessed What sadness came Our conversations Stayed safe From year to year Like a pact we'd made We never talked
Across the freeway flow Against the western row On ploding shoes i go To steal you out of tow On the phone i swear And so i will do so Up the access
While we talk Talking cake Crumbs move To the edges Of your mouth And fleck off Off in all Directions All i see Flying bits I begin Counting To go
You, her You, her and me We, with the wheels Drive to the beach With no sleep We're racing to beat The sun as it rides to the top Of the palm trees
Paying at the holloway It's 35 dollars a night Check in through a man named kim He's got a call and an angry wife And i can hear The spanish screams
