Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingSentimental (?)Clinging

stopped the crowdI cried out to break the spellYou

guys mind if we play a cover?" ("NO!" "YEAH!")"Somebody goes

on, come onYou think you drive me crazy?Well, come

Banana CoWe really love you, and we need youAnd

want toI want to be someone else or I'll

am goneEverybody's ragingAnd these fruitsThey still taste of

thinking about youYour records are hereYour eyes are on

look you in the eyeYou look like a angelYour skin

We're the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

green plastic watering canFor a fake Chinese rubber plantIn

for the rag and bone manOver my dead bodySomething

I jumped in the river and what did I see?Black-eyed angels

كنت هنا من قبللم أستطيع النظر في عينيكأنت تماما

Take off the foo-fooTake off the clout chaseTake off the Wi-FiTake

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

yeah, from the one I got on

Give me one of those daysWhen the sky is California

the spokesI don't wanna say it, say it, say itOh