Another Robot Sunset
Angels In Airplanes
everything is empty when you are near
all the things we hid are becoming clear
symptoms indicate that we won't make it
love gets in the way when it's best to fake it
it's the information age
and nothing is the same as me
everything is blue and green and red
all your thoughts are made
in a factory
and then pumped into your head
it's so much better than before
the day takes on
no taste in mystery
no threat of yesterday
no ugly memories (memories)
and all the photographs
are rendered obsolete
you can now forget the friends you seldom see
you can blame it on me
you can blame it on me
blame it on the industry
Songtexteblame the revolution
clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion (my confusion)
blame the algebra
blame geometry
numbers sing my songs and angles set the boundaries (boundaries)
you can blame it on me
you can blame it on me
there's an economic crisis
that keeps you inside
that keeps you by the phone
until the danger's gone away
and the dollar bills have faces
of people you've grown to trust
of men who never die
at least until you die
and i don't wanna die - i don't wanna die (everything is empty when you are near)
but everybody does - everybody does
one thousand goodbyes, you're on your own now (all the things we hid are becoming clear)
you're on your own now
you're on your own now (symptoms indicate that we won't make it)
to be lonely
will you write soon?
Will you miss me? (love gets in the way when it's best to fake it)
will you blame it on me?
will you blame it on me?
blame it on the atom bomb
blame old harry truman
we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression
blame it on the printing press
blame the cynicism
spend the next three years wondering how it could have been
blame the democrats
blame the NRA
if we had never met, we wouldn't have to feel this way
blam the words I said
blame the truth I meant
blame the long walk home
blame my selfishness
we are angels in airplanes
in the clouds
in the sky
today went by, week's went (blame the revolution)
we will touch the end (clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion)
the city lights remind me of you (blame the atom bomb)
and i hope i get home soon (blame old harry truman)
these metal wings are getting heavy (we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression)
and I might not make it home (Blame the words I say, blame the truth I meant, blame the long walk home, blame my selfishness)
(Could have been)
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