Locale A.M.

Eugene Florestant
We never talk to it remind the world of who we are i'm caught in this static can't seem to understand why i can't stop running, i hate that feeling my labels moving and i'm not gaining i cant stand running, its never ending i'm just skipping a rope they're holding i never talk to it remind the world of what i'm not i'm caught in myself, yourself i'd like to fuck myself all day long they like to sit and think but the fact remains i've no time at all to play not today youth away sitting in the back seat of an automobile racing to my old age with no one at the wheel sitting in for my face something no one can trace until they see the words gradient grey to grey packagaed in red blue yellow a mean green bunch of trees tickle the toes of a winter sky the san francisco cold sets in to remind me i forgot my jacket seeing craig at the market reminds me i'm not in san francisco let me go Aus Songtexte Mania