Bridge and Tunnel piosenki

So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong. I know, I know the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls. Prolong, prolong all the time I have to sing you this song. Sometimes, sometimes tomorrow morning doesn't chime, it tolls. If I get so old...

A verse from that old crooner's song played, Said that “Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York.” Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest fucking pothole I have ever seen. We're all so stubborn, anxious, and detached. And that's just the way th...

If I could hear my echoes from five years back, they would join me in accord, because I've been saying the same thing for years now, "things are going to have to change in the morning." Charmed and rapt with all of the assumed notions of how this would all tur...

What a grave misconception, That's built up to the norm. The suits, the cells, the charm, The first impressions. Wine and dine to make some good connections, Because it's all about who you fucking know. Let them think that you're close, a friend they can...

I'm sorry if we've been at two different ends of a candle burning out, But the stillness of these rooms keeps our voices tucked away. And the scarceness of sunlight and the glow of the TV keeps the sentiment in short supply. And I'm all coiled like the tel...

We've been running ourselves ragged, Talking in circles again. Looking for answers in every dusty corner, Along all the same fault lines. We're not giving up this time. Change is only relative to where you begin. Change is only relative to where you begin....

All the telephones say we like to speak in a forked tongue. To keep our hands clean, we fuck with dull knives, and we're keeping tabs to make sure that no one here gets out alive! "Please sign your name on the dotted line." Electric lady came to me in a daydre...

This town is falling, but the papers say it's "up and coming." And when it gets here who is left? Just another college party in the new "cool part of town." It's time we recognize our part in this displacement. We're the new problem in the old "bad part of tow...

So here's a sale to sooth recession and an ad campaign to calm the credit crisis. At five A.M. the doors broke open and then a man lay dying on the sales floor. The store was back open by mid-afternoon. We're eating the shit we've been talking. As we sear...

All my friends are into liquid trends, when they drink what they can and they pretend to dance. When the volume's up, and the lights go down, and the shoes come off, the informal gowns will not cover up the maps I've drawn up your arms, around your ribs,...

Scribble your name on the desk, Erase it and write it again. I don't blame you. I have trouble paying attention too. Scribble my head with horns, a bad suit, and a face that looks worn. I don't blame you. Sometimes I see myself that way too. And it may “ta...

Pull up a chair to the table. We're airing our grievances boldly. Oh the privilege of a post-college crisis and the subsequent traveling. Next year's concessions set in revelry and our policies with beer money. Some stories should never be told through c...

The lines I've drawn are weak and shaky, like the hand that draws them. The redemption I ask for is fleeting, like the appeals I'm making. Drag these answers like chains, drag these nights into days, and pry my pretext off this page. The ink on my fingers will...

Let's all hang our heads in light of the recent events, with temperatures set. And we can try To ignore this great white elephant, A fine representative of excess. We all continue to say the same things, Just not at the same time. Strap our pride to the...

How easily we forget, How easily we comply. Today are we even the splinter On the hand that pulls the trigger? They're still dropping bombs in the name of the city that we live in. They're still dropping bombs in the name of the city that we live in. If...

So where the fuck is our pride tonight? Are we just blank slates born at the end of an arms race? We're the heirs to the chokeholds, chokeholds put on other necks. So listen as we pluck the strings to a flagpole, a flagpole The flagpole to this sleeper cell...