i am the only one searchin for you and if i get caught then the search is through and the stories you hear you know they never add up i hear the natives fussin at the data chart be quiet the weather s on the night news empty homes plastic cones stolen rims are they alloy or chrome well i ve got style miles and miles so much style that it s wasting so much style and it s wasted so much style and it s wasted now she s the only one who always inhales paris is stale and it s war if we fail and in the migrant hotels they never sleep they never will their souls are crumblin like a dirt clod hold your cigarette cupped to the inside empty homes plastic cones stolen rims are they alloy or chrome well i ve got style miles and miles so much style that it s leavin this pattern s torn and we re weavin this pattern s torn and we re weavin in it4