Mornings spent by telephones,
Pick it up, hear the dial tone.
Don't be such a cliche.
Live life the safe way,
Between white lines,
Acoustic sounds fill the street.
You've got cold shoes,
Where are your feet?
Struggling these cords,
Ripped and adored.
Learning slang from times,
Cutting white lines
Into letters of L O V E.
Starting to pace
Up the shore by the sea
Where the sands are indifferent
Thrown by the wind,
A slap in the face,
Stuck in this bind.
Disassociate time,
They've all gone away.
Humble whimpers and moans
Couldn't convince them to stay.
