I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but I can't stop listening to the sound of two soft voices blended in perfection from the reels of this record that I found
every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me what are you doing here finding more that previous motifs growing increasingly unclear
I travelled far and I burned all the bridges I belived as sooned as I hit land all the other options held before me wither in the light of my plan
so I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter on a chance that on a tape I'd find
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for