Listen to the sound of the suburbs
Raise my head, my love is leaving
Dog s asleep, not much intriguing
I guess I'll sleep some more
May is white, so soft and moist
Shuffle to my door, can't open
Look out to the pills
How could I want much more?
There's a bird outside my window,
and he's lying there on his side
And his eyes are locked wide open,
like he's trying to say goodbye
I can see his future target,
as he saw it there in his past
But he didn't plan on that window,
breaking his wing
Breathing his last
Driving through the hills around
Gilroy
Look outside,
the grass is waving di nosaurs
Once I'm around, sparks
Summer time's a good
time for a road trip
Let's go west,
it's cool in the summer, waste
our days
Finding our way up the coast
There's a kid outside our window,
and he's lying there on his side.
Oh, his eyes are barely open,
like he's seconds into his high.
But he doesn't quite seem ashamed of
what he's trying to leave be hind.
He's just laying there on the sidewalk,
closer this time.
To breathe in his last
Riding bikes downtown to a movie
Air is sweet, feels good to breathe in
Pills are too steep
So we take a cab back home
He says it's nice to meet happy people,
that's never enough
He came here all alone
There was a kid outside his window
He was lying there on his side
And his eyes were stuck wide open,
like he was trying to say goodbye
He could see he missed his target,
as the others had in their past
But he didn't plan on the taxi,
running him down
Breathing his last
oh
ah
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