Woorden: Noon Blue. Out Of Our Hands. Summerlin Avenue.

please call before i get to
summerlin avenue
at this point i need to hear
anything from anyone.

turn up, turn up the radio
so you cant hear yourself scream

dont you worry now
just let yourself forget
and this will all be over with
dont you worry now
tomorrow always brings
artificial sanity

loneliness is hard to ignore
compression of desire
is necessary to function
but has a hair trigger

and with the crack
of the hammer

fires a bullet i cant control