it s just a slow progression high speed driving north route 95 and to the west five dozen friends i d like to blend my double life but it s the same old heirloom same old bedrooms that hide our secret lives yes it s the same old lovers the same old covers that warm us through the night my tokyo sky my tokyo sky i miss my fornication queen my nation mourns her shortened life and to the east my japanese los angeles swings through my mind and it s the same old doorways the same old runways that launch us towards the sky yes it s the same old lovers the same old covers that hide my double life my tokyo sky my tokyo sky 
['brooklyn indie']