DROP CITY

thought like a snowstorm, sound is not linear
the road not taken, is the one that haunts you
let's get transcendental, let's go to Drop City
Look for the river, under the pavement

And I think we're lost - are you happy now?

it's all coming apart
apart in my hands
it's coming apart in my hands

thought like a snowstorm, time is not linear
Remember we were golden, and you whispered in my ear
'let's look for the river under the pavement'
now summer is fading and our kids are dirty

And I think we're lost - are you happy now?

it's all coming apart
apart in my hands
it's coming apart in my hands