Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exterior Street Day, artist - Generationals. Album song Con Law, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 20.07.2009
Record label: Park the Van
Song language: English
Exterior Street Day |
| I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops |
| You stand in the parking lot, kickin' up rocks |
| And I’m, I’m being a general shrew |
| Makin' a face, givin' in too |
| Your sister never had another normal year |
| Your little brother had a terrible fear |
| And I know you’re never comin' back from the dead |
| I saw your friends at your building and they all said: |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| We could all see it comin' along |
| Nobody could get through… |
| And when they sent you back to Boston |
| Your best friend called, she said «Stephanie lost some» |
| But it, it was nothing compared to this, no… |
| I thought I caught 'em underestimating everything |
| I was exhausted from investigating every single modicum |
| Of bitterness and nothing less than levitating |
| Every day’s a dime a dozen, everyone’s a wolf in waiting |
| You know you make it so hard on yourself |
| You are the ghost of 18 |
| I recognize it, 'cause I do the same thing |
| Isn’t that what everybody knows? |
| I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast |
| You were still so when the dirty old drunks pass |
| Let it go, let it go… |
| You always want to know |
| If I hear where you go |
| But I don’t hear anything anymore… |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh |
| I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops |
| You stand in the parking lot, kickin' up rocks |
| And I’m, I’m being a general shrew |
| Makin' a face, givin' in too |
| Your sister never had another normal year |
| Your little brother had a terrible fear |
| And I know you’re never comin' back from the dead |
| I saw your friends at your building and they all said: |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| We could all see it comin' along |
| Nobody could get through… |
| And when they sent you back to Boston |
| Your best friend called, she said «Stephanie lost some» |
| But it, it was nothing compared to this, no… |
| I thought I caught 'em underestimating everything |
| I was exhausted from investigating every single modicum |
| Of bitterness and nothing less than levitating |
| Every day’s a dime a dozen, everyone’s a wolf in waiting |
| You know you make it so hard on yourself |
| You are the ghost of 18 |
| I recognize it, 'cause I do the same thing |
| Isn’t that what everybody knows? |
| I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast |
| You were still so when the dirty old drunks pass |
| Let it go, let it go… |
| You always want to know |
| If I hear where you go |
| But I don’t hear anything anymore… |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh |
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh… |