When in the prop of the morning,
with the traffic and the canon lights
on and on 'till the evening

with its thick and orange light
and now we nervous walk here
the whole city tried to eat itself

you kill some track to zero
working hard just to get yourself


sometimes I can't get it started
back from nothing
sometimes I can't get it started


it is a mass production
all the blank little minutes align

on and on 'till the evening
where it's black and orange light
and now we nervous walk here

swinging arms like satellites
and now we're nervous walking
until the body won't sleep through the night


sometimes I can't get it started
back from nothing

sometimes I can't get it started
sometimes I can't get it started
back from nothing

sometimes I can't get it started

where we lies is a little burned

spinning around
don't they know that the hours move slow?


and I can't get it started
and I can't get it started
and I can't get it started

and I can't get it started

where we lies is a little burned

spinning around
don't they know that the hours move slow?
slow?