State Route 522 - Avenue Of The Giants Şarkı Sözleri

We try something new - a waltz around our instruments, creeping with our breath held, blue in the face. But more metered than Harvey Keitel and William Hurt and cigarettes. We hunt a melody that really goes nowhere, it lingers around, a pointless manipulation of the air. It creates a tune in 3/4 time, of course. That's the mood a foot above the floor, lightly bouncing- Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh....