We've been on the run Driving in the sun Looking out for #1 California here we come Right back where we started from Hustlers grab your guns Your shadow
Tell myself on the ride home Getting tired, hating all I've known Holding on like it's all I have Count me out when it's clear that I find it hard to
Here we go something tells me That I've been here before I don't know if I'm dreaming And I can't say much more I just don't know, tell me please Is
Phantoms I look at all the sad story people Lost in the seasons passing them by Inside my head lies a life on an island Flooded with darkness deep into
a good boy from the upside of town Said he could treat her right, said he could win her round Her morning sickness and the kick inside The phantom kisses of the phantom
Your crash is waiting to happen And you, you're dragging me down All over again I give in, I give up You splashed but you started sinking And you, you
I woke up today a song was swimming in my head And I hummed it to myself as I got out of bed And on the way to take a shower it all just dawned on me
Burn me down if that's how everything's gonna start With a flame from the heat off the look on your face On a day like today, could have made out Every
Well let me tell you I have seen A monster age of seventeen Who'll let you in to kick you out And knows what love is all about Well hey now girl, I see
Everybody in this place can up and move away For all I care this town's already dead and empty I'm told that I'm a victim of obsession, that's what my
It cursed us all on our way home We passed the sights like passing stones And I will never go back there again The tourists and the army men The prostitutes
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell there's nothing
Goodness sometimes things get bad But I swear I'm doing all I can So try all you want to I'm gonna try too If I get one ray of sunlight to hold in my
Here they come the business men like a herd of cattle rumbling in The exchange has officially begun Now all the offices are buzzing the executives are
Round and round the dial turns Your finger itches but your vanity hurts And so you cross your friends off one by one Either they're busy or they are no
Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten Clutching old friends in their talons Down from the sky to the way back of his mind To pick
All these winter days barely go by All the light has gone I don't know why Now I need a friend to do me right or ride on in You need a helping hand to
