Black Marble Preoccupation
What is on the way
That I think
But I can't explain it
Somehow
Somewhere down
What is on the way
That I think
But I can't explain it
Somehow
Somewhere down
What is gone?
Only people and time
Standing tall
Covered cities and signs
Well I've wandered the westside
And I've captured [your open road?]
But this feeling of preoccupation
Makes life [whole?]
Makes life [whole?]
[Reversed]
1, 2, 3, 4
What is on the way
That I think
But I can't explain it
Somehow
Somewhere down
What is on thе way
That I think
But I can't explain it
Somehow
Somewhеre down
[But this is all ?]
Only people and time
Paint is gone
Only rivets and vines
Well I've wandered the westside
And I've laughed at your broken roads
But this feeling of preoccupation
Makes life [whole?]
Makes life [whole?]
[Reversed]
1, 2, 3, 4
