Harry James Angus Suburbia
Meet me, beneath the neon light
We'll go wandering, in the night
And everything we pass, will give us shelter
There is nothing, in the park
No tigers, in the grass
Just heaps of dead leaves in the gutters
Can you see the empty sky?
Somewhere past the city lights, of
Suburbia, suburbia...
This is where I went to school
And this is where I broke the rules
The branches, meet above you like a chapel
And yes the grass is yellower now
But, all the dirt has gone to flowers
Where I used to throw away my apples
Can you feel the empty sky?
Somewhere past the city lights, of
Suburbia, suburbia, suburbia, suburbia...
