Gary Jules Push
Don't you know nobody lives here by choice anymore?
Don't you know no one rides for free?
Don't you know
There's nothing that's just pretty like before,
Or so you keep telling me.
The ocean ain't breakin' it's back to look friendly;
No, the killer sleeps cold.
We run through the veins of the city
In borrowed cars and frozen shoes;
We do as we're told
Over and over and over again,
Can't make a circle
So end over end we go.
Come away from the window;
The dogs will appear --
I've seem them around.
And now, as the head turns to hear,
You speak with a passion;
You know me so well.
Why should I build?
It's so easy to sell.
Push
Push
It's never just a little;
It's never enough,
It's never enough.
Oh whoa
