When they look back at us and they write down their history. What will they say about our generation?. We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing.
Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place.
(Sullivan). Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a.
Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse. The world is big enough for both of us. The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands. There's different enemies for both of us now.
I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid. Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction. Picking at the sores of the dying beast. And winning all the prizes for imagination.
The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams. There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat. And words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behind.
It's been a long dry season in tinderbox town. And the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round. With tinted windows and the screech of tires.
Pulling away from Preston Street at the midnight call. The animals are restless and awake. We travel in hope just like we always have. Like everyone always did.
The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard. Tonight they'll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were. Gentlemen please take your seats, there's champagne in the boardroom.
Once upon a time it was easy. Everything kind of fell into place. Now this feeling won't leave me. We lost the power and we lost the pace. It's staring straight between the eyes.
So now let us sing of what remains. There shall be stillness in our hearts. There shall be a sweetness in our lives, bye and bye.. There's a beach I know at the edge of the world,.
This is our town, this is Friday night. Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best. Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.. Stare across the floor as they begin to dance.
We know we can hurt each other real bad. You know my weak spots, I know yours. How come we egg each other on and on. Like battered boxers staying the course?.
(Heaton/Sullivan). In the unlit room. With my head in my hands. The walls between us now seem unscalable. I cannot control. Anything. There's weapons down beside your bed.
In the unlit room with my head in my hands. The walls between us now seem unscalable. I cannot control anything. There are weapons down beside your bed.
Well the warm wind blew through the 60s. But it didn't blow much round here. Disappointment hidden in the jutting chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway'.
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry. Live too fast, still not die, before I get old. I'm going to see you raised above this place. Watch the moments shine upon your face.
Crackle in the lines so far away, the late night DJ starts to play. That sacred song goes phasing through the airwaves of the night. Beyond the lonely light house beam, beyond these black and restless dreams.
Adolescent dreams and the ghost of Tupac. Still the devil has all the best beats. Hip hop and an image to keep. Brother hardware under the seat. On the wall "Bin Laden was here".
Smash glass against the wall. Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play.. Door slams, she turns her head. Watches through the window as he pulls away.