staring at the sun with no pants on high round and rosy she thinks she knows me fighting off a cold murdering a campfire song spitting in the wind from out a fast train or on a causeway trying to catch a bus swear i gotta move suffering the radio crime so whistle in the sweet pine trees the imaginary airport breeze it flickers and flows fans fires in the road and all we want to do is go home someone s gonna break your heart one cold gray morning but she sings oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh should we take this town do we want to tear the whole thing down paint the rubble all tangerine shimmer in the gas main fires we don t promise and we tell no lies learn to paddle when the waters rise melancholy comes like the robin at your window whistle in the sweet pine trees the imaginary airport breeze it flickers and flows fans fires in the road and all we want to do is go home someone s gonna break your heart one cold gray morning the kids sing oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh and the traffic goes round and round swallowing the road and spitting out clouds and the spirit she hides on a damp path of moss and stone from a fear we are born with and never outgrow and what else you can keep your american cash and smile and the suits sing oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh someone s gonna break your heart oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh someone s gonna break your heart oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh oh someone s gonna break your heart oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh whoa oh oh whoa
['alternative rock', 'pop rock', 'power pop']