Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

You your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and and migrate.
You're not apart of it. You're broken now, us.

I and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross with an earful of white noise.

You sit up on perch for the rest of the night.
You the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the reflecting in the windows.
And then you just how minimal you are.

I stop and watch the airplanes the city.
And I silently I was on one.

You sit slow and watch yourself in the glass.
You reach inside and tear out all cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to your parts.

I no answers; I'm rambling.
I was never one to solve has gone wrong.

You lie down on the roof and the sun rise.
Its fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a you feel like you're alive.
And then gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. blood on the sidewalks of this town.
got us on the ropes. But we don't have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren't now.
Down, down, baby. in the in the center of this town.
got 'em buried deep.
Under of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

leave on the evening train.
It be long, but it feels that way.
But never meant very much to us anyway.
So we ourselves that we're better off gone.
And maybe right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn't look such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of nearby tress.
And we never again.