Lyrics
We'll correct collegiate mistakes
A shower of formal ideals
Completely soused
The hearts on our sleeves
As they drowned, we could hear them screaming
"Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days"
I attempt to talk up the town
"The answers are in the arches
Of the 20th century towers and in comfortable cars in motion"
And yet, it still remains, this incessant refrain
"That you're just like the rest
Your restlessness makes you lazy"
Keeping busy is just wasting time
And I've wasted what little he gave me
All around
I know the conscious choice was crystal clear
To clean the slate of former years
When I sang softly in your ear
And tied these arms around you
