Oh, looking to the cracks, At the blood on the money machines Well, the rain came down And I found myself in a dream
Where the neon's pressed Up against your flesh And nobody's saying a thing Then I wait from a (nine?) In broad daylight Sent the whole world into a spin
I'm (?) in a field (?) in a field (?) in a field of ice
There are ways To keep walking Don't get in the way Just keep walking Just keep...
I got nothing but the taste Nothing but the smell of the piss stains A writer only comes When he comes with the setting sun
A girl may lie to a suit and tie For the vibe in the back of his jeans Hanging in the air with a pinhole stare In the bowels of the pleasure machine
I'm calling I'm calling I'm calling To say...
There are ways To keep walking Don't get in the way Just keep walking Just keep...
(?) on a field (?) on a field (?) on a field of ice (?) on a field (?) on a field (?) on a field of ice (?) on a field (?) on a field (?) on a field of ice (?) on a field (?) on a field...
There are ways To keep walking Don't get in the way Just keep walking
There are ways To keep walking Don't get in the way Just keep walking Just keep...