Stranger (Unce Down to the New Store)

I had a talk with my friend Bout her trip to the new store Miles of white lights shine They divert you for a while Powdered whey and neon wine Be your sister, in my style When you had crashed and burn When you had won When you had credit cards You had mirrors I don't want to pry into your life Or the roads you've traveled Darlin' won't you ride with me To the retail paradise I know it sounds strange I wanted (I had a talk with my friend) Everything I win I pawn it (Bout her trip to the new store) Wanna buy myself a fiction Wanna make a connection Old patterns of consumption Meet me at every junction Paralyze me Paralyze me I need a light... for her... Was it a nightmare Please alight Learn to roam Turn to stone