broke it up after heart lab
the archives can still be found
down town
be not afraid, be notified
come on this hayride
a time to kill and time to heal
time to leave this town for real
I had to ask, my head is light
come on, this just might fly
a time to kill and time to heal
I was burning every clue
you would too, if you knew
mmm aching sure
there's nothing lonelier
than a migraine in new york
the sun is shining like a promise
here comes your cure
here comes my piece of mind
these are guilty times, I let it go
I had to ask, my head is light
come on, this just might fly
it's hard to land, I understand
but any answer you think you had
threw us all back in time
take the tour
there's nothing lonelier
than to make believe in new york
the sun is shining
and I smile right back
then close my eyes:
here it comes
the end of times
