Something 'bout the whiteness of the phone
Something 'bout the Genius of Modern Music
How can I think
How can I fail you?
Something 'bout the distance to the nerve
Something 'bout white hands of fate I don't deserve
The bedroom ghosts
How long to sleep
Perchance to drown
We have been old together
No inside joke, this I won't tolerate
I see you clearly
Ah, love letter boxes
All in favor say I will blindly
Follow the ring around the positive sign
Something 'bout the history of the Jews
Beautiful one don't read too much into clues
Please shake the hand of the velvet glove
Whose fingerprints glow in the dark
And reveal crimes both brave and strange
I cannot tell you how to tell the truth
Even if it hits you
Ah, love letter boxes
All in favor say I will blindly
Follow the ring around the positive sign
Positive sign
'Round the positive sign
Positive sign
Positive sign[Kim]
You're it
No, you're it
Hey, you're really it
You're it
No I mean it, you're it
Say it
Don't spray it
Spirit desire (face me)
Spirit desire (don't displace me)
Spirit desire
We will fall
Miss me
Don't dismiss me
Spirit desire
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
[Thurston]
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two
Time to get it
Before you let it
Get to you
Here he comes now
Stick to your guns
And let him through
Everybody's coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew
Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you
Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear why you fade away
Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin'
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now
It better work out
I hope it works out my way
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now
You better look it
We're gonna shake it
Up to him
He acts the hero
We paint a zero
On his hand
We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather an