Another day gone by
One more satirical comedy
As I kick a ciggarrette under the gutter, the street lights blaze in effigy of all my former lovers & I'm
Waiting for the sunrise in the morning
I can't shake the feeling that there's a correllation between how I feel &
What's going on in the world? Turn off your television
Take a look around you
Maybe the answer lies with in us
And when the evening comes
Anxiety is diggin at my fingertips, runny nose, feverish
I hear the hiss of Elliott Smith as I roll another spliff with the curtains drawn
Waiting for the sunrise in the morning
I can't shake the feeling that there's a correllation between how I feel &
What's going on in the world? Turn off your television
Take a look around you
Maybe the answer lies within us
Aren't we tired of running around, burried love underground?
Maybe the answer lies within us