Highway City

Highway City sky, it has always been black
Long winding roads, in the night, in the day
Always coated in some old rain-sheen
Bitter pills, you've got a certain knack for being blue

Away, she flies, flies into her dreams
Your flippant good humour, faceless comment
Let's get drunk, oh you moonstruck pierrot
Sound of sewage and oil, then that blinding moment

Fears freeze, condensed, into that gloom in the whisky
The gold reflection, my baby's tears leaking
Lovers' high, and their lows, wish I could fly away from
The highway doom that moonlit tomb
God I wish I could sleep

Slumber the milkman, he told the mirror lady
I'm so tired, can I deliver tomorrow
Never enough time, or too much time in your hands
On the edge, on the verge of snapping

Drink, drink, until your lungs are
Burning, weeping, you want to scream out at the world
Only then, you talk about the good times, the good days, the good night
So smart, so mad, everyone thought
You'd be a goddamn millionaire by twenty-one
How long can you talk about the same old thing?
Strangling your words every day, every day, and

Pressure (happy animals of polystyrene dreams) pressure (sing those songs about cruel optimism)
Pressure (styrofoam funniness of high-up beer factories) pressure (little toy houses, don't take it slow)

Fears freeze, condensed, into the gloom in that whisky
The gold reflection, my baby's tears leaking
Lovers' high, and their lows, if I could get away from
Those Highway drama, Your Moonlight theatre
Voices and eyes and screaming and laughing and fucking and crying and hoping and dying

Well I want to fly