They screw, they come, and lie replete / They cast their shadows on the street / And look away into the air / They're not in love or so it seems / They stare at false exclusive dreams / They think of ways to do their hair
They screw, they come, and lie replete
They cast their shadows on the street
And look away into the air
They're not in love or so it seems
They stare at false exclusive dreams
They think of ways to do their hair