Bright Young Things
Break your things, work you down
Drop salt and come around
Please dont leave if substance drops
Seeing creatures all about
Pushing through the single crowd
And then youll never doubt
Let it out and follow them
Hell go but still
You let me go
Our cause of wasted time and hazy states a darker night
The beauty of the ball
And whistle words to Mary oh
Good fine, I still pull things
Walk on acid, feet I break
Stand at the basic lines
I wonder why did I fall back
Sit down and let go
Its the first of all
Sunday watch the sun sit down
Beneath the line, around they come
Under the bunzel lot
Were breaking laws a hundred times
Risen up the tempo
Every time go passing for the cheaper hill
Dispose before all out
Lost into a place but morning I have
I not longer see you
Its a spectacle
Pull out in midair
Lets shoot one for the line
Never learning how or why
Talk to the friend that learn
Let that go from 1 til 5
The school that we forget
To change us to the book of dead
Always pain in what we feel
We got the heart to make it through you
But we are the city
And well let go
And we own the city
We dont have words, the sun sit down
Neath the line of planet clouds
I watched beyond the rock
Walked the streets in search of a path
And Ive seen you back away
Talking to yourself all day
Ive seen you slipped in through
A trapped up place that wont last through to you
And I thought youll make it
But you let go
Let yourself to prison
Our cause of wasted time and hazy states a darker night
Go to school and wait for that
Changes to a broken kid
Gone by the self-afflict
But it has to be that way
Waste words on what they feel
Im prepared to make it real
And I thought youll make it
But you let go
Let yourself to prison
And its impossible
Sit down and raise up
A spectacle
And I love this city
It wont let me go