Are the words by an old photograph
'Rustic old doors made by a million years'
Waiting for the train around sunset
Find a frenzy like no one cares
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Pa**ing by an old guitar factory
Walking shelves of dreams to refer
Realize, though see trains see unfamiliar
The working cla** on time
Everyone speaks their own movie
Making dialog in designer pints
Take to the forgotten places
For the real world contract, a year of surprise
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg