Von Nada Surf inspiriert?
I saw a swarm of fruit flies
I took the bag downstairs
When I came back
They were still there
Flying jerky patterns
Like snowflakes in the air
I’m sorry you’ve got nowhere to go
I’m sorry you’ve got nowhere to go
Left straight right straight
I can’t find a reason
I know I’ll keep going but
I can’t find a reason
Nothing looks right
Nothing smells right
And I can’t land
Und ein bisschen Moldy Peaches?
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Dirty, dirty feet from the concert in the grass / I wanted to believe that freedom there could last (Willy Mason)