"Hard times, the throw is offline
pictures of black and gray
soft minds backed up my hard drives
standing in single file..."
"She sends it home in a paper bag.
She says thing change. Maybe it's me.
She didn't take time. Time to slow down.
She didn't take time. Time to let me catch up...."
"Why dont you come to me?
WHy dont you realize?
My heart is breaking up,
my heart is breaking up...."