Taking pictures in the back
That's how we used to be
No secret handshakes
Back in 1923
Playing sonic quicksand games
On the corners of our streets
Pressed against big walls
Like everyone else
Every time we, every time we
Tried to find our reality
Every time we, every time we
Paid the price with our sanity
Loved the sound of breaking hearts
Smell of gasoline and steel
Buried in white sand
Calling out, calling out for virgin tears
Never tried to make no waves
Never tended to be real
We were just 4 friends
Like everyone else
Lonely faces on the sidewalk waiting
Counting backwards and they don't stop complaining
Do I always have to turn my back on you?
Well you have no faith in me, so just watch me disappear