Lyrics

Follow the feet of the hundred year old man They follow that track and shake their pickaxe I would not like to be them Weaving and lost The language you toss from the car Yellow lights and cars Beer and chocolate bars When all of the nerves you thought you'd lost come back There's nothing to do about the burning You just wait for it to pass Impossibly romantic The sea with no one Through the static The tape that sings "love goes on" Weaving and lost The language you toss from the car Yellow lights and cars Beer and chocolate bars