Frontwards (исполнитель: Pavement)
I am the only one Searching for you And if I get caught Then the search is through And the stories you hear, you know they never add up I hear the natives fussin' at the data Chart Be quiet, the weather's on the night news Empty homes, [bad word] Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well I've got style, miles and miles So much style that it's wasting Now she's the only one Who always inhales Paris is stale And it's war if we fail And in the migrant hotels they never sleep, they never will Their souls are [bad word] like a dirt-clod hold Your cigarette cupped to the inside Empty homes, [bad word] Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well I've got style, miles and miles So much style that it's leaving This pattern's torn and we're weaving This pattern's torn and we'll weave it...