Merging the way that we did yesterday - wrong direction The traffic will know, the traffic is slow, thoughtless The wheel - it is still, on the concrete and green way home And it is alone, a division unknown - a split decision
Climbing the floors and I'm not running, Through revolving doors and you're not driving The barrier stands between your hands and me, so real
You said I made, you said, you said I made a bad decision Said I made a mistake, fatal without recognition But how would I know? (No,) without consequence, had I forseen I kiss you in vain, how California hates, had I not been
Closing the doors, and I am running, Past video stores, and you are driving A battery stands between your hands and me, so real
You have got to be the last one standing |
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