watching cars does anyone stop for us? or will we be passed by? be passed up? the day passes away the moment cracks along the sidewalk and we're alone imagining what songs would be on our sound tracks
maybe it's me i've lost faith in visability on this street we are ghosts of the passers-by passers that driveby the clouds are closing in there's a storm on so beware these cars have been known to capsize in strong wind
we've lost transmission we've lost transmission
don't tell me this is how it ends don't tell me this is how it ends
