(Instrumental)
The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way. I smoke and I drink and
Imagine that I'm on stage under a watchtower of punishing light. And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight
Even when I look right at you I always just see through And I always just see new things to admire about you Am I what you thought you were getting
I'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive And locates a time and a place Like a dinner table where a whole family Is just sitting down to say
all you could talk about And I think I felt a little left out You were on cloud 9 all the time Ehile I was levelling I was wringing my hands and you were revelling
She went over to his apartment Clutching her decision And he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye? So she built a skyscraper of procrastination
Who's gonna give a shit Who's gonna take the call When you find out that the road ahead is painted on a wall And you're turned up to top volume And
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. And while America gets
How sick of me must you be by now? While you're standing just outside of what your pride will allow Always reaching into yourself to find a new way
Coming of age during the plague of Reagan and Bush Watching capitalism gun down democracy It had this funny effect on me I guess I am cancer I am HIV
you're done with your little marathon That you still have cab fare home. Cause the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life with reckoning?