People walk when radio talks, one way
City bound cause tomorrow is a week day
The screams and suicidal minds in love
Manufactured are the dreams that seems undone

When it's not supposed to be,
I laspe into apathy

Don't wake me up till next tuesday
Close the door till it's news day
My eyes are glued on a valium gloomy day

I'm riding through all the frozen
fields at dawn
There's lazy days where daisies lay on lawns
Hotels bars backbeat pulsing no more sound
Subway mothers in their rush hour towns

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Writer(s): Niclas Frisk/Andreas Mattsson/Vanessa Quinones/James Iha