Youre probably right, seen from your side, that Ive been lucky
but Ive been meaning to crack all week.
Yes Ive been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking.
Pains playing yoyo in my body as we speak.

And now I found something to look for, but I cant decide,
Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
Just like I did before.

It wouldnt be true, not towards you, to say that Im staying.
When on every single impulse, on every other move I react.
Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, youll see me playing.
After any old motherfucking blow Ill be back.

We turned away from instant stuff
our cracking codes were breaking up
our words were sucked out it made them clean.
And after lowness say it
and after more let it be known
Our codes are grown into something mean.

Youre probably right, as for tonight, youre making me nervous.
What is it you want me to be thinking of?
Ill put on a movie, Ill play something groovy as a matter of service
And Ill chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
Cause you know its not my style to be giving up now.
And this pain in my side, I had enough.

This time I go for Instant Street
This lifes a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
The flyspecked windows and the stinking lobbies
theyll remain all the same, all the same.

This time I go. This time I go...