Colorado, can you hear me?
Are you listening, are you even there?
Colorado, are you listening?
Do you hear me, do you even care?

The concrete canopy, mountains of symmetry
The city policy, the city air.
The burroughs I've seen seem so unfair
Still the feathers on th

You are 'sir'. You're a senator,
And Senator, you were right.
It's just a law, not the Word, not the Law.
I'm learning how to speak again.
These words are only structures
When you choose to frame them in,
And obviously, the framers would agree.
You own a chair, and yo

If I don't make my next connection
I'm surely drawing near the end
I don't know when you think I'm going to have the chance to have
A chance like this again

The way you move
Connecting lines to threads and thoughts
To tread your path from what was in your head
To w

I got my own room
I've called to tell you
That there's a crack I can't explain
But I'm so burnt out

Every tick, every little twitch
Is an indicator
Of the things that are bound to come later
Every tick, every little twitch
Is an idicator

Make no mistake, y

A chance to breathe...
Everyone breathe;
The news is hard, the days are long,
And still we breathe.

Everybody on the border towns,
Your radios, your northern sounds:
Fly your banners from the line,
A thousand miles long.
It is uneasy here,
But we need everyb

This device in my hand
Well it does not understand
How I need to talk with you
Oh, I need you now
And even the mobilest phone
Will leave you exactly alone
When the sea decides to commandeer the land

Oh, everyone needs a home
Everybody needs a place to go
A s

It used to bother me, all the shapes I can't describe
How we all fit together like wordless versing
And da-dee-dum-dum, da-dee-dum-dum, da-dee-dum
I was there, I saw you searching the corners for a light
But it's not there, it was never there.
In files and books, a void of th

There's a hole in your voice
And you say it's a choice,
But I don't understand.

There's a tear in the wind
From the prick of a pin,
And it's set to expand,
And strength is hard to find.

There's a gash in your words
But your office prefers
That we don't und

I was busy, I was occupied.
I was burning the fields.
A wind of black was blowing over me,
And when the cilia revealed
All the ash lining my lungs,
I heard a song, I heard a whispering.
I gave my torch to the flame.
I counted out the numbers silently,
A list of pl

You could take my hat away
And that would leave me defenseless
You'd have to go to London's favourite Son
To have your access

Place nickels on my open eyes
And bury me in the Green Park
Someone's bound to understand
When they trip and fall in the pitch-dark

I

Make way for the new times, now
All your traditions were unsound
And you'll find you are repeating
Repeating
You break up like you're breaking ground
Have you forgotten to sleep tight?
It's all those messages you're deleting

You should take a breath and move on

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If you could see it through lath and plaster walls
From deck, through door, to hall
You'd know this is a call to you
To you

If I could exit I'd be an angel
Where I could see, instead of stare
I hate to stare

I bet I'll be damned, and I'm sorry That I stole, but

We tried all thirteen channels
But they burned me out again
Because it's over whenever they say And I quit sending postcards
Because no one knew what to read in
And the mailman can't come in to explain

So I'm out of gasoline
And I hate the scene
And it's hard to nev

Our plans, collapsing:
Our lives fall apart today,
And we cannot find the words to make it hopeful.
Our understanding brings no solace or repair,
And a storm now gathers hard about our heads
As we fade to sleep in newly single beds.

You cannot be my inspiration and I wi

When I was a radio gliding through slate skies at dawn
Reception was marginal
But I still sang along as you clung to your balcony
And tried not to drown
You called in an SOS and I turned around
You were spitting out fiberglass
Still hot from the blaze
Afraid that your

It was not tricky to enjoy
A cigarette in hand was the key to understanding
To seek out and to destroy
The mindless oversights
A string of faithless nights.

We sing again
Sing together with quiet eyes
I'd lower my chin to my chest
I thought that would be best

Saint Modesto,
You were the ground line humming.
You were the thread of fire upon this night.
You could feel the living -
You staggered and blew your money,
A summery tailwind there upon our heels,
Me and you.

All down the valley,
You'd drag me along for measure

I wait to show my willingness
To let it slide, but what was that?
Are these the facts?
There's a connection that it lacks

Bring your conversation piece
Because we'll need a catalyst
At least (and a pen to formalize the lease)
Leave your cost effective plans
And

Today: I welcome back to Earth a broken, bruised band of men called Nada Surf
An ambassador, a poet
And an architect who fought the stars as they brandished guitars
And they flew direct

Who could have known they'd face the demons
And silence the screams to get back home </

You've got the pen
And we've done the typing
Why can't you get us home for good?
Let's put it in writing!

On and on we argue so
The sirens blare and the whistles blow
Till we cannot hear anymore,
This is the score.

We've armed a bear -
Why are we bullfight