Kicking Cars

The night spent kicking cars
Won’t you help me find the stars?
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure’s seams

And analyse your ice cold eyes
Something in me, makes you realize
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure’s seams

And why can’t we be analog
Running around in the consumer fog
And your’e are not still prepared
To taste the cut, the cigarettes

With lies, they’re put you in stars
Family dayrips to the Moon and mars
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure’s seams

And analyze with Irish eyes
Something in me makes you wanna die
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure’s seams

And why can’t we be analog
Running around in the consumer fog
And your’e are not still prepared
To taste the cut, the cigarettes