: Then it?s your business A modern piece of glasswork Down on the corner that You walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk With eyes full of
: Unsentimental, Driving around, Sure of myself, Sure of it now, You stand this close to me, Like the future was suppose to be, In the eyes of the Grocery
: Every dollar counts And every morning hurts We mostly work to live Until we live to work She said, ?You know There?s nowhere else to go? But changing
had no Hapa Club Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps Your father moved across the country Just to sunburn his scalp Contra Costa, Contra
: AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn?t close the door. You and this model sit outside
: It?s not right but it?s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light
: Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it
: In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
: Your sword's grown old and rusty Underneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though its been a long
you turn away from me It's not right I think you're a Contra I think you're a Contra And dear Contra I think you're a Contra My revolution thoughts
In December drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold, is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
from me, it's not right I think you're a Contra I think you're a Contra I think you're a Contra I think you're a Contra My revolution thoughts, you
Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though it's been a
An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn't close the door You and this model sit outside of the side In a house on a street
It?s not right but it?s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from
no Hapa Club Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps Your father moved across the country just to sunburn his scalp Contra Costa, Contra
Holiday, oh, holiday And the best one of the year Dozin' off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop
