Turn down your moaning stereo
I can't hear my thoughts or let them glow
Audacious looks of interest
Feels best when I get them off my chest
Yes, less is best
Some folk seem to demand respect
You can see when they bum a cigarette
So I ask "can I bum a cigarette?"
I don't smoke but I hate to feel regret
Yes, less is best
Take my time while you
Walk the line
Out of style
It's all by design
Now. Then. It all seems to go
On and, on and, on and, on and
Dry from the heat of irony
Sadness keeps raining down on me
Like watching movies on your own
VCR tapes all out on loan
Yeah I don't know where to go
Drag my eyes through the left to right
Losing track, it's all by design
Now. Then. It all seems to go
On and, on and, on and, on and
All these vials are screw-caps
They don't seem to fit the mould
I need something that can hold the soldering in
In the face of such a grim mistake I
Ought to let you know that I never know
All the things you do when you seem to go
On and, on and, on and, on and
Now. Then. It all seems to go
On and, on and, on and, on and
