James Iha
Till Next Tuesday
People walk when radio talks, one wayCity bound cause tomorrow is a week dayThe screams and suicidal minds in loveManufactured are the dreams that seems undoneWhen it's not supposed to be, I laspe into apathyDon't wake me up till next tuesdayClose the door till it's news dayMy eyes are glued on a valium gloomy dayI'm riding through all the frozen fields at dawnThere's lazy days where daisies lay on lawnsHotels bars backbeat pulsing no more soundSubway mothers in their rush hour towns
From Letras Mania