Текст песни
Girls on first avenue stain themselves yellow-blonde
Kids in the living room saying they talk to God
God's on first avenue hearing a faint "Amen"
I'm on first avenue, how old am I again?
Limitless images I am swimming in
All my long life, gone in a minute
And time's not a line, time is a cloud
Time is an egg yolk running down
Moving in, tuning out, losing packages
Texting home from baseball practices
Time isn't sure, time is a whim
A guy on the street that looks like him
Trace my palm by the old red rocker
Check my heart like a made-up doctor
Punch me in the shoulder blades
And ask me if I feel a change
Lie me down here on the carpet
Say three words, don't know what they are, but
I thought it wasn't true before
And now I'm falling through the floor
Weekday worrying, white wall wondering
Sun so hot, it's close to thundering
Time's not a veil, time's not a bell
Time is an egg yolk in a shell
Right when I think I'm close to cracking it
Pulled in, pushed down, here now back again
Time is a bitch, time is a fraud
Time is a thing we think we've got
Trace my palm by the old red rocker
Check my heart like a made-up doctor
Punch me in the shoulder blades
And ask me if I feel a change
Lie me down here on the carpet
Say three words, don't know what they are, but
I thought it wasn't true before
And now I'm falling through the floor
Girls on first avenue stain themselves yellow-blonde
Kids in the living room saying they talk to God
God's on first avenue hearing a faint "Amen"
I'm on first avenue, how old am I again?
Kids on first avenue trailing behind their mom
Girls in the living room swearing they talk to God
God in the living room sat with the TV on
I'm on first avenue asking where time has gone