Summer rain is falling like it's never gonna stop. Yeah, it's been ages. Puddles form on city corners. Businessmen, they leap between the edges. . Umbrellas take up battle spots.
Down in the valley, the industrial estate,. He slaloms round beer cans in his escape.. He never got nothing, in death even less.. What'd you say? I bless..
I'll meet you by the drain.. We'll run through leaves and shopping trolleys, gathering in the rain.. Cocooned in our nest of joyful folly.. We have no home. This is our home..
Released under watchful skies into a town. I didn't recognise. I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory. Escaped the smell of chalk and shame,.
I just changed my mind. I traded it in. For a new sheet of skin. and tea within.. . The doctors couldn't presribe. Anything else from the medicine shelf.
Youth Group - The Destruction Of Laurel Canyon. . The nominated councillors had a joke,. to build the city's foundations on smoke.. They thought their idea so funny.
Listen now my sweet and. I didn't mean to cause you pain. We could have spent our summer. Sitting here making daisychains. . I lie awake at night. Staring at my roof.
I know,. something's wrong,. but something's going to change.. A frozen line,. of suits and ties,. displayed in their own cage.. . And I just walk on through....