My backpack was faded black
But now it's all blue
It looks whack, but it's compact

And works like brand new

I had found an old Greyhound

But it wasn't my scene
I'm underground at the turnaround
And this one is pristine


Warehouses above
All I'm thinking of

You gave your heart to me
Soon the world will see
Our graffiti love

Spray paint on my glove
They'll wonder who you are
On every subway car


I'm on my own, I'm Sly Stallone
I did it for you

I've outgrown my wings, and flown
Into something brand new


I show restraint, I'm the Patron Saint
Of urban gardens in bloom
If I don't faint ingesting paint

Breathing all of these fumes

Warehouses above

All I'm thinking of
You gave your heart to me
Soon the world will see

Our graffiti love
Spray paint on my glove
They'll wonder who you are

On every subway car

On every subway car you look amazing

While streaming out of bars their glasses raising
Systemically refused
Then chemically removed


Our grafitti love
On every subway car