Текст песни «Over It - B-54»

From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
Iaaa wondering if itaaa not just youthaa'ou know?
Old woes wonaaa waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throneaaa got a view to everything.
You wonaaa win to bind a heart thataaa found belief,
Hope doesnaaa disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesnaaa make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time wonaaa hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you canaaa afford to miss the ratio.

These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think Iaaa let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldnaaa have to wage these wars, so letaaa stop here.