Coalette

We figured out a way to single out stars in the galaxy To turn a newspaper gray with the smell of heavy ink Not a single idea is new, doesn't belong to you Everybody's looking for you Everybody's counting on you Put it to use The simple unfolds into a mess of complexity Powder coat black, the smell of heavy iron Not a single idea is new, doesn't belong to you But everybody's looking for you Everybody's counting on you Count on a wild eyed look around Count on a wild eyed look around Time and space -- we've got time to kill Count on a wild eyed look around Red hot wire -- electricity Chromed out, the smell of gasoline Not a single idea is new, doesn't belong to you Still everybody's looking for you Everybody's counting on you Count on a wild eyed look around Count on a wild eyed look around Time and space -- we've got time to kill Count on a wild eyed look around Count on a wild eyed look around Count on a wild eyed look around Time and space -- we've got time to kill Count on a wild eyed look around