Breathe
With the windshields
And car wheels
And chemicals
Uncomfortable and cold
There'll be time for the sorry
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
These are the best intentions
Of Suburban Legends
Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
If the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite
Bleed
Tears of red, blue and green
That kind of fall
Is complicated
Angels of California,
More than enough to warn you,
Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
And if the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite
Say so,
If the road
Will be your breath
Tonight
Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
If the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite
Wheels are weapons
Feed the fuel lines
Streets are breathing
Streets are breathing
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