Subtropical Suburban

Listen to the radio Before you drop me off All the walls were whitewashed And no one in the halls Life was such a blur back then Sometimes blue or black Traffic on the 104 Saved you from going back Making out behind the ice arena Hiding there, nobody there could see us Man-made lakes filled with good godless creatures Subtropical suburban tales that keep us Livin' on borrowed money Livin' on borrowed time Lizards dying at my feet Not even the guilt is mine Nothing's what it could have been Nothing stays the same Trying to make a life to keep From things you cannot tame Making out behind the ice arena Hiding there, nobody there could see us Kissing boys, kissing girls in secret To fill the void the tropic's always giving Afraid of the dark in the city of lights Afraid of the dark in the city of lights Afraid of the dark in the city of lights Afraid of the dark in the city of lights In the city of-