Along The Boulevards
This road looks different in the daylight
That don't mean that it looks good
I missed the exit and I'm leaving
Every place I've ever been
Why do hours feel like minutes?
When the stars are arranged in such a way?
Why do these streets go on forever?
When I'm having pathological days?
It's perfectly orchestrated and perfectly balanced
Along the lanes of Arlington, I don't know how it happened
But I'm broken everywhere but down, and building back up slowly
All along the boulevards, it's everyone but me
O, holy needle in the sky
Won't you come, and take my innocence?
Shake my head until I'm nauseous?
Dim the lights, and hold a candle to my sickness?
I'm a communal age
I'm the essence of intellectual strain
I am your lucky little rascal
Who always finds a reason to complain
Perfectly orchestrated and perfectly balanced
Along the lanes of Arlington, I don't know how it happened
But I'm broken everywhere but down, and building back up slowly
All along the boulevards it's everyone but me
Perfectly demarcated, everything is planned
In a fraction of a millenium, I'll have to be like that
I wouldn't mind displacement, as long as I'm still home
Where I'm humming along with you, while we slowly turn to stone
That don't mean that it looks good
I missed the exit and I'm leaving
Every place I've ever been
Why do hours feel like minutes?
When the stars are arranged in such a way?
Why do these streets go on forever?
When I'm having pathological days?
It's perfectly orchestrated and perfectly balanced
Along the lanes of Arlington, I don't know how it happened
But I'm broken everywhere but down, and building back up slowly
All along the boulevards, it's everyone but me
O, holy needle in the sky
Won't you come, and take my innocence?
Shake my head until I'm nauseous?
Dim the lights, and hold a candle to my sickness?
I'm a communal age
I'm the essence of intellectual strain
I am your lucky little rascal
Who always finds a reason to complain
Perfectly orchestrated and perfectly balanced
Along the lanes of Arlington, I don't know how it happened
But I'm broken everywhere but down, and building back up slowly
All along the boulevards it's everyone but me
Perfectly demarcated, everything is planned
In a fraction of a millenium, I'll have to be like that
I wouldn't mind displacement, as long as I'm still home
Where I'm humming along with you, while we slowly turn to stone
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